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Friend Follow and Weekend Blog Hop

I you are stopping by from the Friend Follow or Weekend Blog Hop Welcome  and take a look around. I am hosting a giveaway(see the post below) I post poetry on Mondays. and I love to review the following
genres:Contemporary, and World Literature, Urban Christian, Christian, Suspense ,Memoirs and African-American.  I try to be as diverse as I can I just love to read so I guess eclectic would be an accurate to describe me.  Thanks for visiting me and be sure to leave a comment.


Tia said…
I love to be diverse in my reading as well. Although , I favor YA. New follower :)

Tia @Falling For Books
Nekky said…
Thank you for linking up to our Welcome To Weeknd Blog Hop. Following you.
Katharyn said…
I'm extremely diverse in what I read. I love to reach out and try different genres and stuff out of my comfort zone.

New follower! :D
Sidne,the BCR said…
hello.stopping by to gather information on the friend follow and to check out your latest read. come on by my place, its always open. lol
Alison Can Read said…
Hopping through. I read lots of books too. I mostly post YA but I like reading lots of different things.
My Hop
bookaddict4real said…
Hello everybody thank you so much for stopping by! Don't forget the giveaway deadline ends Tuesday so check by Wed. to see who won and
if you poetry I should have one posted before then,
Literary Marie said…
Just joined your site. Thanks for visiting my blog. I love that you review diverse genres. Looking forward to them!
Great blog. New follower from the Weekend Blog Hop. Hope you'll visit me at mine

Tammie Clarke Gibbs, Author of Kindle Bestseller, ISLAND OF SECRETS, Time Travel, Gothic, Romantic Suspense

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