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Contest Giveaway:Bending Towards the Sun by Leslie Gilbert Lurie

Bending Toward the Sun: A Mother and Daughter MemoirOne lucky winner will win a free copy of Bending Toward the Sun
Here are the contest rules:
1)You must be a follower of this blog

2)US residents  only
3)Post your email address in the comment sections by September 19th(no later than midnight)
and I will annouce the winner that Monday.  If you do not respond in 48 hours I will have
to pick another winner from this comment section(Only the people who left comments before midnight 9/19/10).Thanks for being patient with me and stay tuned because I will be celebrating my 1 year blogerversary next Month so I am planning something real special

Comments

tabbylewis said…
Thanks for the giveaway! :)
I'm a new GFC follower.
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Deb said…
Sounds like a great book. I am also a new follower. booknook516 at gmail (dot) com
Inspired Kathy said…
I'm a GFC follower bkhabel at gmail dot com
sharon54220 said…
I have had this bookon my radar for quite awhile. I would love a chance.

I'm a follower

Thanks for the chance.

sharon54220@gmail.com
Elizabeth said…
Sounds like a good book..please enter me in the contest.

I am a Google follower.

silversolara AT gmail DOT com
nfmgirl said…
Sounds like a great book. Please count me in. Thanks so much!

I am a follower

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Donnetta said…
I'm sure I would enjoy this one! I follow your blog.

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Kayla said…
Thanks for the giveaway!

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jhitomi said…
congrats on your (almost) one year anniversary. thanks for this giveaway.
jhbalvin at gmail dot com
jhitomi said…
oops, not an entry, I just forget to mention I follow you on gfc as jhb.
jhbalvin at gmail dot com
Heather said…
GFC follower!
Thanks!

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hendy said…
Thanks for the giveaway, I can't wait to read this book
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