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Contest Giveaway 2 copies of Rules of Betrayal byChristopher Reich

I am giving away 2 copies of Rules of  Betrayal by Christopher Reich
Here are the rules:

1. You must be a follower of this blog
Rules of Betrayal
2.U.S residents only

3.This rule is  very important
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and the trivia question is Do you own a Kindle or do you prefer traditional books?
Besides the fact that I am too broke to own one.  I prefer books .  One of my fondest memories
as a 3rd grader at Sanderson Elementary(now named Cook)  was waiting on the Bookmobile to
come every week.  I had the same anticipation as any child would if it were Christmas Eve and fully
aware of just how many presents under the tree were for them!  (Except my feeling was better because
I had it every week)So I can't see myself trading in that warm ,fuzziness for a ........Kindle.  So tell me what you think?If given a choice which do you prefer

Comments

Autumn said…
I am a follower of your blog. I live in the US. I own a Kindle, however it hasn't taken away my love of traditional books. I much prefer traditional books. My Kindle is just a convenience that I use occasionally when I can't find the book that I want easily.
debbie said…
I am a gfc follower. I will never own an kindle (unless someone gives me one). I just can't imagine not having a book in my hands. The smell of the paper, the feel of the paper, I couldn't give that up.
debbie
twoofakind12@yahoo.com
ewhatley said…
follow on gfc

i prefer books and have no desire to own a kindle

ewhatley at embarqmail dot com
bookaddict4real said…
This isn't to knock anyone who has a kindle. I was just wondering if someone has this need to acutally have
a book. I am glad to see I am not alone
OutnumberedMama said…
I am a follower of your blog. I have Kindle for my Android. I just got it two weeks ago and am on my second book on it. I think I still prefer the paper books, but it nice to not have to lug a book around in my purse, since I have to have a book with me at all times LOL. polsen11atcomcastdotnet
pixie13 said…
GFC follower. No, I do't own a kindle. I much prefer traditional books.

gevin13{at}gmail{dot}com
bookaddict4real said…
Well outnumbered mama you got kids Like I do so I do umnderstand!
You should see how big my purse
is just so I can pack atleast one
book. Oh how I love books though
skkorman said…
I prefer traditional books!

skkorman AT bellsouth DOT net
dlhaley said…
I love books but I'd like to try a Kindle to see what it's like.

dlhaley[at]hotmail[dot]com

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