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Crazy-for-books and The Literary Hop

Dont forget you can post links to your book blog,reviews, giveaways,etc...In the post below this one
I am giving away  2 copies of "Power Thoughts" by Joyce Meyer (2 post down) and the Review for "Miles From Nowhere" by Nami Mun is below that .   Geez  Louise I need to organize my time!
WithBook Blogger Hopout further babbling:
It's that time of the week again and this week's question comes from The Paperback Princess  "If you find a book that is interesting but is a part of a series , do you always start with the first title?"  Back in the day when the Bookmobile use to come to my elementary school I use to read everything in the Nancy Drew series or the Beverly Cleary  books about Ramona .(I realize I give away my age when I write things like this!)
I tried to follow along with "The Series of Unfortunate Events" by Lemony Snicket when my oldest was in like the 6th or 7th grade but what I 've come to realize that unless it's James Patterson's books or Alan Jacobson
where they can stand alone  I really suck at keeping up with any series. I don't know maybe it's an adult form of adhd
Literary Blog Hop  I just found this hop recently This week's question comes from Debbie Nance at Readerbuzz "What is the most difficult literary work you've ever read?What made it so difficult"  The most difficult one for me was "Song Of Solomon" by Toni Morrison. I already read "The Bluest Eye" and "Sula" so I thought this would be a cake walk.(NOt!)  If you didn't really slow down and pay attention to the details you would not understand the train of thought the book was going in.  So I turned that bad boy back to the library quick,fast and in a hurry!  Later I rechecked it out and took my time with it and it turned out to be a good decision.   If you check out my posts this week I linked back to other memes it's just
that I really detest long posts and this is dangerously close to being one of them . Thanks for stopping by!


Anonymous said…
I have to read things in order... the ocd part of me cannot read it out of order. I feel like I'm missing out on something.
I have read a lot of classics in my school and college years. And some still remain my favorites. However, there are a few I could never get into..

Here is my Literary Blog Hop post!
bookaddict4real said…
Thanks ladies for stopping by
IngridLola said…
Yes, a few people have mentioned Toni Morrison as one of their more difficult reads. Her writing is just so ... different and strange, I think, in a good way. Thanks for participating in our LIterary Blog Hop!
I'm stopping by for the Blog Hop and Follow Friday. I hope you have a great weekend. Happy Reading!

Danielle @ Romance Book Junkies
brandiheather said…
Hey! Thanks for stopping by my blog. I completely agree with you. I hate starting a series in the middle, except for the James Patterson books. I've read almost the whole Alex Cross series, but completely out of order!! HAH.

Happy Friday!

BrandiHeather @ A Writer's Review
Karen said…
I try to read the beginning of every series but I'm reading so many now that I'm starting to let some go and not finish them.
Have a great weekend.
Howard Sherman said…
I can dive right into the middle of a book series if the series' story
doesn't run chronologically.

That is to say, if each novel in a series is a stand-alone story (like Lee
Child's Reacher novels) then I don't feel the need to start with book one.

On the other hand, a series of books (like Richard Hatch's Battlestar
Galactica novels) can't be read out of sequence since each new book builds
upon the story of the previous entry in the series.

Happy Book Blogger Hop Friday!

Howard Sherman
parrish lantern said…
I tend to obsess, with particular authors, countries etc, when I was younger would resd every classic I could find from a specific country, before moving on to another.although not read any Toni Morrison, yet.
Ashley said…
Returning the hop! Thanks for stopping by my blog!
I listened to the audiobook of Song of Soloman and agree that it was hard to follow. I had to just let it flow, but I did not care for it.

My Literary Blod Hop pick was Finnegans Wake.

Rose City Reader

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