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Good morning fellow book lovers.  Thank you for taking time to visit.   Our question for today is where is our Favorite Reading Place?   I have two the sofa and public transportation!   Since I dont have a car and
appointments to got to I have a lot of reading time.
I am joining in Chrissie's Radiant Review today as well My favorite book review was "Hotel On the Corner of Bitter and Sweet"  by Jamie Ford. I would highly recommend this book to everyone.


mel u said…
Interesting post-I found your blog via the book blog hop and am stopping by to say hello

Mel u
leeswammes said…
Hello! I'm hopping by. Hope you have a nice weekend.
toni said…
haha I liked your post. short and sweet! I love reading on buses, makes the time go really fast. Although you have to keep an eye out for your stop...

Anyway. Have a great weekend! Happy Hopping XD
bookaddict4real said…
Hi everybody,Yes Toni I really got to patch attention to the stop. Luckily the transit buses here in
Houston Have a automated system that calls out the streets at almost every stop so it helps
Kim said…
Thanks for hopping by my blog! I don't use public trans, but I chauffeur my kids a lot, which means a lot of time just sitting and waiting, so I read, read, read!!
TheBookishSnob said…
Happy HOP! You know what I miss public transport. Back in Australia, I rode buses and trains everywhere and loved reading then. Now that I'm in the US, we have to drive everywhere so I miss it. I read mainly in my bedroom where it's quet. Enjoy your weekend !

Come HOP over to The Bookish Snob
Judith Leger said…
Blog Hopper and Friday Follower here!

My answer is in the cozy two-seater chair in my living room. It's so comfy!

Follow Friday answer: I am reading Black Magic Lover by Cynthia Cooke, Harlequin Nocturne paperback.
Chrissie said…
Hi, I'm now a new follower! Thanks for taking part in Radiant Reviews and I included a link to it on your book blog news :)
Elizabeth said…
Hopping by for the weekend hop.

Stop by my blog if you like to see my answer this week's question.
Ashley said…
Hey! Stoping by from the blog hop. I'm following you now!

Would love it if you followed me too:
Kelly said…
I wish I could take public transportation and save money on gas! Unfortunately I live out a ways from the city and the bus only comes out here a few times a day and it's takes ages to get to school from my house. I wish I could say I get lots of audiobooks out of the way but I usually just listen to music or nothing in the car!

As for my favorite reading place, I don't really have one specific place. I just need to be warm and cozy.

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