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crazy-for books hop (OCT 15-18)  It's that time of week again!I believe the question was "IF you find it hard to get into do you stick it out and finish it?"  I have to be honest ,Ayear ago I would've said absolutely,but now I probably wouldn't and  would just come out and say I didn't finish it."Language of Secrets" would proabably be the exception It was so horrible I just had to see how bad this was going to be and sure enough it was the
as horrendous as I thought it was going to be!  Thanks for stopping by and dont forget you can post links
to your book blog,giveaway,etcc in the post below this one and the giveaway for "The Unnamed by Joshua
Ferris is 2 posts down.  


LM Preston said…
Darn I hate these types of questions. I skim it...yep (the shame) and if that doesn't work, I read the end to see if its indeed worth giving it a final try.
Hey, thanks for stopping by my blog! :) I'm one of those people who stick with books - I feel incomplete if I don't finish a book or a series! :P
Preternatural said…
Stopping by on the hop! Really nice blog you have here. Looking forward to reading your posts! New Follower. Come by and see me!

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