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Totally Postal Thursdays and the Link ups

  Some of the books I go this week were "Without a word" by Jill Kelly,"The Unnamed"byJoshua Ferris, and "Velocity by Alan Jacobson.   I got these from the Hatchettbook Group and Fsb Media. I am linking up with,  and dont forget to post your links to your giveaways,book reviews,memes, book related news in the Linky List below.  I am giving away 2 copies of "Without a Word"
by Jill Kelly .Enter your comments to win 2 posts below.  The question for this week at
What is your favoirte beverage while blogging?  I dont eat or drink while blogggin but sometimes I'll have coffee or hot chocolate.


4IQREAD said…
Hopping by to say hello. I drink strong, tasty coffee drenched with milk in the morning. Later on I switch to cranberry juice and water.
Have a great weekend.
bookaddict4real said…
Good morning
Thanks for stopping by!
I like cranberry juice mixed with grape sounds like a good idea.
Pris said…
Hey! Just hopping over from the blog hops! You can check out my blog and follow back if you want!
mel u said…
Thanks for stopping by my blog-I am happy to be one of your new followers-I have also read and enjoyed Oscar Wao-the authors collection of short stories-Drown is also first rate
SapphireReads said…
Thanks for visiting my blog. I thought I was going to be saving money with the reader but I'm not...LOL, foolish me for not admitting to myself...LOL
TheBookishSnob said…
Happy HOP! Came by to wave and say hi. Hope you have a great weekend planned! Happy reading

Come HOP by and visit
bookaddict4real said…
Hey everybody my kitchen flooded
Thursday . The plumbers were here all day and will be back again today so this will probable slow me
down as far as stopping by. Thanks
taking time to come by and visit.Hey Sapphire dont feel bad ,we all do things we wish we hadn't done
angelatarantula said…
Hey there! New follower from the hop. I love your blog background, it is so cute and pretty!
Please stop by my blog, I would really appreciate it!

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