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Good morning fellow addicts I am still recovering from all that ham, Key lime pie etc...
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The question over at Crazy for books hop is what is your favorite book cover I was visiting other blogs to see if there was something I liked since I haven't had my morning coffee it's taking me alot longer  to make a decision so I'll just put atleast 3 of my favoritesGirl in TranslationShanghai Girls: A NovelThree Little Words: A Memoir
I have "Shangai Girls" I haven't got a chance to read it yet I am trying to catch up some reviews but the other two may be apart of the Outdo yourself challenge , of course I haven't decided yet.

Comments

Thanks for stopping by from the HOP! I probably like Girl in Translation cover best. Have a great weekend!
BookQuoter said…
Thanks for stopping by. I did read Shanghai girls, I prefer the Snow Flower. But it is definitely an atrractive cover.
bookdout said…
Hi,
Just hopping by and following through. Nice cover choices

shelleyrae @ book'd out
Music4Betty said…
Hopping through! I love your cover picks. =D
Hi bookaddict4real!!

I have been following your blog, and the time of awards rolled around, so I thought you might like to know that I have awarded you with the Versatile Bloggers Award.

You can pick up your award here:
http://writnblock.blogspot.com/2010/11/award-for-me.html

enjoy!

Carolina [WritnBlock]
Howard Sherman said…
This week's Book Blogger Hop question WAS a tough one! It took me two solid minutes to come up with an answer!

Which book cover did I pick? I invite you to hop over to my blog and see for yourself.

Happy Thanksgiving Day Weekend!

Howard Sherman
http://www.howardsherman.net

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