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New contest The unnamed by Joshua Ferris and Sarah Lynne and Laura H. won a copy of Testimony

Congradulations please email me at clsherrard(dot)bookaddict(at)gmail(dot)com

For the new contest the rules are as follows
1.  You must be a follower of this blog.

2.US and Canada residents only.

3. Leave your email address in the comments.  Let me know if you are a new or old fan of
Joshua Ferris.


Marjorie said…
The Unnamed sounds like a good book, I have read many reviews and would like to win it.
I have never read a book by Joshua
Ferris, perhaps you could make this one my first.

cenya2 at hotmail dot com
Elizabeth said…
I have heard of Ferris, but haven't read anything by him.

THANKS for the giveaway.

silversolara AT gmail DOT com
Amy said…
I've heard about this one, and would love to enter. I'm gingercatranch at gmail dot com.

Do you have twitter? You can link to your contest there, and also a website called will allow you to share your contest and help you promote your blog (free!).

debbie said…
I would like to read this book, from what I have heard it is pretty good. I am a gfc follower.
Autumn said…
I'm a gfc follower and live in the US. I haven't read a Joshua Ferris book, but The Unnamed looks like a really good book. So I guess I'd fall under the "new fan" category.
❤Stephanie! said…
It sounds so good! Haven't read anything by Ferris yet, but would love to. So I'm definitely a new fan :)

Irene said…
Great reviews of The Unnamed! Did not read his debut, but would love to win/read this one. Thanks!

I am a GFC follower.
lotus82 said…
I'd love to win this book. I haven't yet read anything by Joshua Ferris.

Wanda said…
I am a follower of your blog through Google Friend Connect. I am a new fan of Joshua Ferris. wandanamgreb(at)gmail(dot)com

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