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It's that time again! crazy-for-books hop

Hello everyone it's Friday again and you know what that means!www.crazy-for-books.com  book blog hop.
Jennifer posed a very good question what book (books) have you been dying to get your hands on?
On Goodreads a few months back were reading "Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie"(Bookaddicts group
of course)  Actually they feature 2 good choices every month I finally got "Hotel On the Corner of Bitter and
Sweet " by Jamie Ford because of them.    Also because of Shan at www.goodbooksandacupoftea.blogspot.com          I have been wanting to
read"Sins of the Mother"(Urban Christian)   and "Drown" by Junot Diaz     a couple months ago Literary Poeple of color  chose this for their book selection(Also on  Goodreads).Happy Friday.  Don't forget you can post your links to your giveaways, challenges , memes
or whatever is going on your blog on the linky list below and don't forget to  check out my giveaways
2 posts down!  Also linking up with Outnumbered mama www.busymomswholovetoread.blogspot.com

Comments

Mayowa said…
Howdy,

Thanks for stopping by more blog. I've heard great things about Jamie Ford's novel, twas a bestseller too if I remember correctly.

I like the look of your blog a lot, it's not one I've seen around.
bookaddict4real said…
why thanks for stopping by and so
far what i've looked at it's pretty good but I try not to get caught up
in whether it's a bestseller I feel
like there are a lot of good writers
who have'nt had that type of success
or they later win a Pulitzer Prize
Like Junot Diaz
bookaddict4real said…
And thanks for the compliment
Amy said…
Thanks for following my main blog! You might be interested in my book blog: http://daydreamingbooks.blogspot.com/. I am going to follow you back. :)
Moody Teen said…
Hiya

I found your blog via the hop and I am a new follower! Are you up for the mutual stalk?
hehehehe

-The Moody Teenager
www.themoodyteenager.blogspot.com

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