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crazy-for-books hop and my new favorite author Jamie Ford

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet: A Novel

It's that time of the week againGood morning to everybody from the hop
Lori(Jennifer's friend)helped her come up with a great question
Who is your new to you favorite author?  Mine is Jamie Ford    the book addicts on Good reads
had picked this one a couple of months.  I just not too long ago got it.   The reason I say he's my new favorite author
is that  he has the gift wehn it comes to using similies  and metaphors in his writing.  I swear I kept checking the front of the book to see if he had  more than one book!  I mean to say He writes like someone
who's been around the block is a gross understatement he is the block!   The story's main character
Henry Lee is faced with life after his wife of many years has died.  What his son Marty doesn't know is that
his father is the staunch Chinese Nationalist he thinks he is.  His best friend from childhook was a Japenese
girl named,Keiko  who was taken taken away to the Japanese internment camps set up in  1942.
The other I really like about this author's writing style is that he can go from 1942 to 1986 seemlessly
I would give this book more than 5 stars if I could it's that good but 5 is the maxium I give anyone
this one is going in the permanent collection.   So who is your favorite author? Who is your all-time favorite?
You can post your links to your giveaways ,book reviews,etc.. in the post below and dont forget my
contest giveaway of Rules of Betrayal ends this Sunday so check out that  2 posts down

Comments

Good Morning,
I am hopping by again this week. Jamie Ford is someone I have never read.

Jeanie
Lu said…
Just Hopping by to say have a great weekend!
Just stopping by for the hop!!! Hope you are having a good weekend so far!

Feel free to stop by my place at Addicted To Romance

Happy Reading!
Leah said…
Hi there! Thank you for stopping by our blog earlier today! We are displaced Texans! We don't get down to Houston too much because of the humidity (aghh).
I have heard good things about The Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet. Maybe I should check it out.
Ms. C said…
hey! thanks for stopping by my blog earlier on the book hop - thought i'd hop on over to yours, too. i'll have to check out jamie ford... sounds interesting :) i browsed through your other blogs too - love the recipe one! :)
bookaddict4real said…
Well Leah I cant blame you for not wanting to come to Houston now
the heat index was 104 yesterday
but Fall is better and thanks Ms C
about the comments about my other blog

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