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Crazy-for-books Book Hop

Good morning, fellow book addicts.  It's that time of the week where I check out the hops next week I'll be
at the Literary Book Hop here    The question this week is "If you could physically put yourself in a book
or series what would it be?" I was going to say James Patterson but someone already put that so to be
unique I am going to say "Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet"  I guess I love the idea of living in California in the 80's.   Don't forget to check out the giveaway below this post.


Anonymous said…
Well, I was born in California in the 80's... does that help? lol

Your newest follower :)
Anonymous said…
California in the 80s would have been an interesting place that's for sure :) ... Dragonflyy419
Howard Sherman said…
Apologies in advance for my answer this week as it will not immediately resonate with the book blogger population which happens to be 99.5% female.

My choice is a book series geared towards guys which won’t enthrall the vast majority of my fellow book bloggers (who are almost entirely female) with the extensive discussion of powerful weapons and sexy milspec gear, beautiful women, eye-popping action sequences (with occasionally obscene violence), and the like.

But there IS something in my answer that just about everyone of the female persuasion can benefit from my decidedly “books for guys” post. Hop on over to to find out what it is.

Happy Hop Friday!

Howard Sherman
April said…
Oh, excellent choice! I had not even thought of that one!

Hope you have a fabulous weekend!
Yvonne said…
I used James Patterson :) I love his books.

California in the 80's sounds fun.
Ms. C said…
I've never heard of this book before, but the title is catchy. I'm going to check it out! Thanks for bringing it to my attention :)

I love your blog, by the way. I'm a new follower!

Take care & happy reading,
Ms. C
Mmmm...I always dreamed of living in California. So beautiful.

Here's my post for this hop. Hope you will stop by. I always follow back.
bookaddict4real said…
Actually I lived in southern California in the late 80's I guess
I wanted to go back. Thanks to everyone who stopped by
Anonymous said…
Just hopping by and following through. Thanks for stopping by earlier!

Shelleyrae @ Book'd Out

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