Monday, August 30, 2010
Coast Road by: Barbara Delinsky

Author: Barbara Delinsky
Pages: 365
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Published Year: 1998
Blurb: Where Life's greatest gifts come to us by accident. Rachel Keats and Jack McGill were artists, deeply in love when they married, until the rush of life took it's toll. After 10 years of marriage, they divorced and went their separate ways. Jack stayed in San Francisco. Rachel moved with their two daughters to Big Sur.
Six years later, an alarming middle-of-the-night phone call demands that Jack put aside his own busy life and career as a leading architect to rush to his ex-wife's hospital bed. While she lies lifeless. Jack maintains a bedside vigil and finds himself getting to know Rachel better than he ever did--through her friends, their daughters and even more revealing through her art.
Friday, August 27, 2010
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Monday, August 23, 2010
It's Monday what are you reading?
Hosted by Sheila at One Persons Journey Through A World Of Books
This is a meme to list the books completed last week, the books currently being read, and the books to be finished this week.
Completed Last Week:
Dead as a Doornail by: Charlaine Harris
Cold Lonely Courage by: Soren Paul Petrek
Currently Reading:
Definitely Dead by: Charlaine Harris
Untamed by: P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Shadowbound by: Erin Kellison
Gonna Read Next:
Evermore by: Alison Noel
Eat, Pray, Love by: Elizabeth Gilbert
Plum Blossoms in Paris by: Sarah Hina
Past Sins (Miranda Queen of Argyll) by: Julia Phillips
All I Ever Wanted preview 1st Chapter from FSB Media
Chapter One
by Kristan Higgins,
by Kristan Higgins,
Author of All I Ever Wanted
As the man I loved approached my office, the image of a deer being hit by a truck came to mind. I was the deer, metaphorically speaking, and Mark Rousseau was the pickup truck of doom.
But here's the thing. The deer always freezes, as we all know, hence the expression like a deer caught in the headlights. The deer and I (Callie Grey, age thirty as of 9:34 this very morning) are well aware that the pickup truck is going to hit us. But we just stand there, waiting for the inevitable, whether it's a pickup truck (in the deer's case) or a man walking athletically toward me (in mine), perpetual smile in place, his brown hair carelessly curling, those gorgeous, dancing dark eyes. I waited, doe-eyed. It was all really too bad, because outside of Mark's influence, I was not at all a deer about to be run down. I was much more of an adorable, perky hedgehog or something.
"Hey." Mark grinned.
Bam! We have impact. The sunlight streamed through the windows of the old brick office building in which Mark and I worked, illuminating him so that he looked like something painted by Michelangelo. To make him even more appealing, he was wearing an old sweater vest his mom knitted for him years ago, shapeless and faded but something he just couldn't part with. A good son and a sex god.
It was as if there were two Callies . . . the smarter, more sensible self (I pictured her as Michelle Obama), and the dopey, in love part . . . Betty Boop. Would that Michelle could give Betty Boop a brisk slap, followed by some vigorous shaking. Alas, Betty just sat there, enthralled, as the First Lady snorted in disgust.
"Hi," I said, feeling my face warm. You'd think that four years of seeing him almost daily would have built up some tolerance in me, but no. My chest prickled with longing and love, my throat turned Saharan, my feet and fingers tingled. Though I was trying hard for Intelligent Coworker, my expression was probably somewhere around Pathetic Adoration.
Mark leaned against my desk, which meant his crotch was, oh, let's see, about a foot and a half from my face, since I was seated. Not that I noticed, of course. "Happy birthday," he said, making it sound like the most intimate, most suggestive phrase in the world.
Face: nuclear. Heart: racing. Callie: half inch from orgasm. "Thanks."
"I got you a present, of course," he murmured in that voice . . . God, that voice. Low and soft and velvety . . . the same voice he used in the bedroom, as I well knew. Yes, Mark and I had been together. For five weeks. Five wonderful weeks. Almost five and a half, if you really analyzed it. Which I had.
From his back pocket, he withdrew a small, rectangular package. My heart flopped as my brain raced with contradictory thoughts. Jewelry? Betty squealed. That means something. That's romantic. So romantic! Oh! My! God! On the other hand, Michelle advised caution. Calm down, Callie. Let's just see how this plays out.
"Oh, Mark! Thank you! You didn't have to," I said, my voice breathy.
On the other side of the glass-bricked wall that separated our offices, Fleur Eames slammed a drawer. The wall only went up ten feet; the ceilings were twelve, perfect for eavesdropping, and I guessed she was trying to snap me out of my daze. Fleur, a copywriter here at the firm, knew about my crush. Everyone did.
Clearing my throat, I reached for the package in Mark's hand. He held onto it for a minute, grinning before he let go. It was wrapped in cheerful yellow paper. Yellow is my favorite color. Did I tell him that once? Had he filed away that little fact the same way I filed away everything he ever told me? I mean, really, it could hardly be coincidence, right? He smiled down at me, and my racing heart stuttered, stalled, then revved into overdrive. Oh, God. Could it be? Did he finally want to get back together?
I'd worked at Mark's firm for the past four years. We were the only advertising and public relations agency in northeastern Vermont. Our staff was small -- just Mark and me; Fleur; the office manager, Karen; and the two pale computer geeks in the art department, Pete and Leila. Oh, and Damien, Mark's personal assistant/receptionist/willing slave.
I loved my job. Excelled at my job, as proven by the large poster on my wall, which had very nearly won a Clio, the Oscar of advertising. Said Clio ceremony took place eleven months ago out in Santa Fe. And in that beautiful, romantic city, Mark and I had finally hooked up. But the timing wasn't right for a serious relationship. Well, at least that's what Mark had said. Honestly, has a woman ever said that? Not a lot of twenty-nine-year-old women truly have timing issues when it comes to being with the man they love. No. It had been Mark's timing that wasn't right.
But now . . . now a gift. Could it finally be that the time was right? Maybe now, on the very day that my thirties began and I entered into that decade where a woman is more likely to be mauled by a grizzly bear than get married . . . maybe today really was the start of a new age.
"Open it, Callie," he said, and I obeyed, hoping he didn't notice my shaking fingers. Inside was a black velvet box. Squee! I bit my lip and glanced up at Mark, who shrugged and gave me that heart-stopping smile once more. "It's not every day my best girl turns thirty," he added.
"Oh, gack," sniped Damien appearing in the doorway. Mark glanced at him briefly, then turned his eyes back to me.
"Hi, Damien," I said.
"Hi." He stretched the word into three syllables of contempt . . . Damien had once again broken up with his boyfriend and currently hated love in all its forms. "Boss, Muriel's on line two."
Something flickered across Mark's face. Irritation, maybe. Muriel was the daughter of our newest client, Charles deVeers, the owner and founder of Bags to Riches. The company made outdoorwear from a combination of plastic grocery bags and natural fiber. It was our biggest account yet, a huge deal for Green Mountain, most of whose clients were in New England. I'd only met Muriel once, and then only briefly, but Mark had been flying back and forth to San Diego, where Bags to Riches was based. As part of the package, Charles had asked Muriel to come to Vermont and work as the account exec, so he could have someone close to him keeping tabs on things. And, since Charles was paying us gobs of money, Mark had said yes.
Mark didn't answer Damien, who was quivering with the joy of running Mark's day. "Boss?" Damien said, a bit more sharply. "Muriel? Remember her? She's waiting."
"So let her wait some more," Mark answered, tossing me a wink. "This is important. Open the damn box, Callie." Damien sighed with the heavy drama that only a gay man can pull off and hustled down the hall.
Cheeks burning, I opened the velvet box. It was a bracelet, delicate silver strands that twisted and turned like ivy. "Oh, Mark, I love it," I whispered, running my finger over the intricate lines. I bit my lip, my eyes already misting with happy tears. "Thank you."
His expression was soft. "You're welcome. You mean a lot to me. You know that, Callie." He bent down and kissed my cheek, and every detail was immediately seared into my brain -- his smooth, warm lips, the smell of his Hugo Boss cologne, the heat of his skin.
Hope, which had been lying in ashes for the past ten months, twitched hard.
"Think you'll make it to my party later on?" I asked, striving for perky and fun, not lustful and ruttish. My parents were throwing me a little bash at Elements, the nicest restaurant around, and I'd invited all my coworkers. No use pretending: I was turning thirty; might as well get some presents.
Mark straightened, then moved a pile of papers from the small couch in my office and sat down. "Um . . . Listen, I need to tell you something. You met Muriel, right?"
"Well, just that once. She seems . . . very . . . " Hmm. She'd worn a killer black suit, had great shoes . . . kind of intense. "Very focused."
"Yeah. She is. Callie . . . " Mark hesitated. "Muriel and I are seeing each other."
It took a few seconds for that to register. Once again, I was that stupid deer, watching mutely as the pickup truck hurtled down the road. My heart slammed to a halt. For a second, I couldn't breathe. Michelle Obama stood by, shaking her head sadly, her fabulous arms crossed in regret. I realized my mouth was open. Closed it. "Oh," I heard myself say.
Mark looked at the floor. "I hope that doesn't cause you any . . . discomfort. Given our past involvement."
There was a white, rushing sound, like a river engorged with snowmelt and hidden debris. He was seeing someone? How could that be? If the timing was okay for Muriel . . . why not . . . Oh, crap.
"Callie?" he said.
Here's the thing about being hit by a truck. Sometimes those deer keep running. They just bound into the woods, sort of like they're saying, Whoo-hoo! That was close! Good thing I'm okay. Um . . . I am okay, right? Actually, you know what? I'm feeling a little strange. Think I'll lie down for a bit. And then they wake up dead.
Mark's voice lowered. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you."
Say something, the First Lady commanded. "No, no!" I chirruped. "It's . . . just . . . no worries, Mark. Don't worry." I seemed to be smiling. Smiling and nodding. Yes. I was nodding. "So how long have you been . . . together?"
"A couple of months," Mark answered. "It's . . . it's fairly serious." He reached out and took the bracelet out of the box, then put it on my wrist, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin there, making me want to jerk away.
In the many years I'd known Mark, he'd never dated anyone for a couple of months. A couple of weeks, sure. I thought five was a record, quite honestly.
Ah. My body was catching on to the fact that I'd just been slammed. My throat tightened, my joints buzzed with the flight response to danger, and a sharp pain lanced through my chest. "Right. Well. You know what? I have to get my license renewed! I almost forgot! You know . . . birthday. License. Renewal." Breathe, Callie. "Okay if I zip out for lunch a little early?" My voice cracked, and I cleared my throat again, studiously avoiding Mark's dark and now sorrowful eyes.
"Sure, Callie. Take all the time you need."
The kindness in his voice made me feel abruptly murderous. "I won't be long," I chirped. "Thanks for the bracelet! See you in a bit!"
With that, I grabbed my oversize pink hobo bag and stood up, excruciatingly careful not to brush against Mark, who still sat on my couch, staring straight in front of him. "Callie, I'm sorry," he said.
"No! Nothing to apologize for!" I sang. "Gotta run. They close at noon today. See ya later!"
Thirty minutes later, I stood in line at the Department of Motor Vehicles, and the effects of being emotionally run down by the man I loved -- and now hated -- but still loved -- were catching up with me. Michelle Obama had abandoned me, regretfully acknowledging that I was beyond help, and Betty Boop was clamping her lips together and blinking back tears. Trying to keep the choo-choo train of despair at bay, I glanced around. Gray, grimy tile floors. Dingy white walls. I stood in the middle of a line of about ten people, all of us listless and lifeless and loveless . . . or so it seemed.
The whole scene was like something out of some French existentialist play . . . Hell is not other people. Hell is the DMV. Robotic clerks shuffled behind the counter, clearly hating their lot in life and contemplating the easiest form of hari-kari or embezzlement so they could leave this grim place. The clock on the wall seemed to taunt me. Time's a'wastin', kid. Your life is passing you by. Happy fucking birthday.
My breathing started to quicken, my knees felt like a hive of angry bees. Tears burned in my eyes, and on my wrist, my stupid birthday present tickled. I should just rip it off. Melt it down into a bullet and kill Mark. Or myself. Or just swallow the bracelet whole and let it get tangled in my intestines and require emergency surgery and then have Mark come to the hospital and realize just how much he really loved me after all. Not that I would have him now. (Yeah, sure, Callie, said Mrs. Obama, making a reappearance. You'd eat a baby if it meant having him.)
Well. Maybe not a baby. But the idea that Mark was with someone . . . for a couple of months, fairly serious . . . ah, shit! Panic loomed like the jaws of a great white shark, terrifying and unexpected. Stupid Muriel with her black hair and white skin, like some vampire in fabulous shoes . . . when the hell had they started dating? When, dammit?
Oh, crap. Should I go? No. I had to get my license renewed. Today was the last day I could do it without incurring a fine. I'd picked out this wicked cute outfit, too -- red-and-white printed blouse, short red skirt, big gold hoops, and my hair was perfect today, all shiny and swingy . . . Besides, what could I do? Sit in my car and wail? Kick a tree? Strangle a moose? I really wasn't the type. The only idea that held any appeal was that of sitting in my rocking chair and eating cake batter.
A dry sob raked my throat. Shit. Shit on a shingle. Shit on rye.
"Next," called one of the DMV drones, and we all shuffled forward six inches. The man behind me heaved an audible sigh.
Without another thought, I fumbled in my purse for my cell phone. Where was it? Where was it, dammit? Tampon . . . no. Book on CD . . . no. Picture of Josephine and Bronte, my nieces . . . even their beautiful faces failed to cheer me. Where was the phone? Ah. Here. I scrolled down to Annie Doyle. Damn! I got her voice mail. Somehow, it felt like a personal insult. How could my best friend be unavailable in my time of need? Didn't she love me anymore?
Clearly the choo-choo was chugging faster now, so I scrolled down for backup. My mom? God, no . . . this would just be confirmation that the Y chromosome should be erased from humanity. My sister? Not much better. Still, it was someone. Mercifully, Hester answered, even though I knew she was at work.
"Hester? Got a minute?"
"Hey, birthday girl! What's up?" My sister's voice, always on the loud side, boomed out of my phone, and I held it away from my ear.
"Hester," I bleated, "he's seeing someone! He gave me a beautiful bracelet and kissed me and then he told me he's seeing someone! For a couple of months and it's fairly serious, but I still love him!"
The above is an excerpt from the book All I Ever Wanted by Kristan Higgins. The above excerpt is a digitally scanned reproduction of text from print. Although this excerpt has been proofread, occasional errors may appear due to the scanning process. Please refer to the finished book for accuracy.
Copyright © 2010 Kristan Higgins, author of All I Ever Wanted
Author Bio
Kristan Higgins, author of All I Ever Wanted, combines real life, true love and lots of laughs in her stories. Her books have received praise and accolades from readers and reviewers alike. Kristan won a Romance Writers of America's RITA® Award in 2008 for Catch of the Day, and received a 2010 nomination for Too Good To Be True. Called "one of the most honest and creative voices in contemporary romance," Kristan is hard at work on her next book. She lives in a small Connecticut town with her heroic firefighter husband, two lovely children, one devoted dog and a regal cat. Kristan loves to hear from readers! Visit her Website at www.KristanHiggins.com
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Dead as a Doornail
By: Charlaine Harris
This book takes off where Dead to the World ended. Sookie is taking her brother Jason to Hotspot as he prepares to turn for the first time with the full moon. Just when we thought the mystical world would get a break from everything, someone is starting to hunt shifters, and were’s it looks to all like it’s Jason doing this. Which we find out is far from the case. He’s embracing his animal side. Sookie also faces much sadness as someone burns half her house down. So she ends up staying in one of Sam Merlotte’s properties in town. Sookie is also faced with saving her friend Tara from Mickey. We learned in Club Dead that Tara had been dating Franklin, but he has since passed her on to a really nasty vampire named Mickey. Mickey very much disapproves of Sookie. Sookie ends up asking for favors left and right.
Also we see more about how the were packs acquire their head master, which is unique to say the least. We also see more of Claudine and Claude the two fairies. Claudine who’s Sookie’s fairy godmother, and her twin brother Claude (who’s attitude is very different to say the least).
There seemed to be more bloodshed in this one, more so then the others. As the were’s are getting picked off, it seems like they will never catch the sniper, but in the end Sookie and Sam figure it out.
I rate this story 5 tea cups. As I have said I really enjoy this series, as it shows that Sookie can endure a lot. She overcomes many things that are thrown her way. And Sookie can still keep her humor even in bad situations. Can’t wait to read the next one.
What do you think of the Sookie Stackhouse series?
Friday, August 20, 2010
Cold Lonely Courage
This was sent to my via BOOK VIRTUAL BOOK TOURS for a honest and fair review so here goes:

Madeleine Toche finds herself having mixed feelings about Jack Teach the man who has brought her to the training facility. They spend a night with heated passion and agree to meet up when all is said and done. In a world full of fighting they are able to find love among it all. On the flip side of this the ss is trying to figure out who this Angel of Death is who keeps targeting Germans.
This story was great, especially if you are big into action and history. If you are like some people who wish German soldiers had suffered more justice forced on them. And what the female character Madeline went through was very good considering it was a male author writing about her. You could really relate with how she felt.
I rate this book 5 cups as it is a great read, lots of action and makes you feel like a victory is happening when German's meet their end.
This book was written by Soren Paul Petrek who is a practicing trial attorney. He had a passion for studying WWII. He lived in France and England and listened to the stories many told about WWII. This is his debut novel, and was inspired by a young Belgian woman, who helped numerous Jewish Children escape from the Nazi Regime terror. Soren lives with Renee (his wife), and his sons Max and Riley in Minnesota.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Daughters of the New World
My boyfriend knew I was looking for a book I had seen on television back in the late 90's it was made into a miniseries thing. So he went and found a 1st edition 1st copy of it. I was so excited when it showed up today. So here we go:
Title: Daughters of the New World
Author: Susan Richards Shreve
Pages: 471
Title: Daughters of the New World
Author: Susan Richards Shreve
Pages: 471
Amazon Description: Shreve creates four generations of strong, daring, unconventional women who become successful individuals, keepers of the family, and recorders of an age. Anna begins this tale in 1890 when she comes to America from Wales as a servant to one of Washington, D. C.'s wealthy physicians. Her unacceptable marriage to his son finds the couple ostracized and in Wisconsin administering on Bad River Reservation to the Chippewa Indians. But it is Anna's daughter, Amanda, who is the central figure in the novel. She is raised in the wilderness, and goes to Europe during World War I as a photographer. Using photography as her mother had used letters, she captures the world around her and attempts to find her place in it. Amanda and her daughter, Sara, travel through the Dust Bowl and document the plight of the poor. Sara's daughter, Eleanor, shows readers the concerns of the liberal '60s, while her children understand that their great-grandmother's photographs and her mother's letters not only record the family's evolution but also the important events through which they lived. This is a wonderful story that will capture the imagination of young adults.
Monday, August 16, 2010
It's Monday what are you reading?
It’s that time when everyone shares what they have been reading and what they finished reading last week. This meme is hosted by One Persons Journey through a World of Books.
Read Last Week:
Betrayed-P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Chosen- P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
The Summoning-Kelley Armstrong
The Reckoning-Kelley Armstrong
Dead to the World-Charlaine Harris
Currently Reading:
Cold Lonely Courage by: Soren Paul Petrek
Untamed by: P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Dead as a Doornail by: Charlaine Harris
Planning To Read Next:
Hunted by: P.C. Cast and Kristin Cast
Hush, hush by: Becca Fitzpatrick
The Iron King by: Julie Kagawa
Bitten by: Kelley Armstrong
What are you reading this week?
Sunday, August 15, 2010
HON: Chosen by: P.C. Cast & Kristin Cast
This is the third in the series which follows, Zoey, Erik, Erin, Shaunee, Damien and Jack as they are adapting to their time at House of Night. Zoey spends so much time keeping things from her friends, for fear of their safety and acceptance. Erik has a feeling something is up but she keeps reassuring him that is not the case. Zoey also finds common ground with Aphrodite, the girl she had de-throwned in the first book Marked. Who knows Zoey is making mistakes but also knows what it is like to have things you can't tell everyone. Someone is killing the adult vampyre's. Neferet has decide to launch an attack against the humans. Meanwhile Zoey become subject to a nasty affair and imprinting that backfires on her. What she thinks is love is anything but. Crushed and hurt she finds herself with two allies Aphrodite and Stevie Rae. Everyone else has abandoned her due to her choices.
I enjoyed this book, and it felt more real. I really felt bad for Zoey in certain parts of this story. Like they were my friends mad at me. It was really emotional this story. Definitely a great story and series. I think Kristin adds a touch too it by being younger author. To allow the teen angst to be so real, and so painful. I rate this 5 stars as the series goes on I'm more and more hooked and wondering when the bad guy will get theirs. Great job Girls keep it up! You never cease to amaze me.
Friday, August 13, 2010
HON Series~Betrayed by: P.C Cast & Kristin Cast


The Reckoning by: Kelley Armstrong


Thursday, August 12, 2010
The Awakening by: Kelley Armstrong

This book was good as you learned more about what these kids are having done to them. The adults seem well slow at best for catching the kids, these kids are always one step ahead of them. They also find a semi-ali in Andrew who was a ex-worker of the Edison Group who's formed a group to go against the Edison Group. Of course the kids are skeptical of what Andrew's plan or intention really is.
Lots of action and of course with Chloe lots of dead people rising. I can't wait to read the next one in the series.
I rate this four cups, as it would be nice if they could get along a little better with each other. And I can't help but wonder what Tori's true intention is. What did you think of this one?
Marked by P.C. Cast

I really liked this book as it went beyond the typical vampire book, which doesn't deal much with the change that happens when one gets marked, or in some stories bitten. I like how she had to overcome some obstacles. If it was too easy for her to fit in then what kind of story would it be?
There really wasn't much I didn't enjoy about the book you had your bully, and your hero, and of course there is always a cute boy to attract the heroine. I especially like Zoey's mentor. There are times she sounds like a mentor that a lot of people wouldn't mind calling mom.

I give this 5 cups. It's great and even adults can read it and can recall identifying with atlas one character if not more. I can't wait to start Betrayed.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Nook Review
While I have had some time I've reviewed the kindle's opponent Barnes and Noble nook. Now I have both and there are things about the Nook I really like for example it's easier to change the font and size in it. When reading some books it seems easier on the Nook then the Kindle. While it looks like the window for the story is smaller, it really isn't we held them up to each other. The Nook has the ability to do somethings in the lower area then the kindle does.


My rating for the Nook is 4 stars (would get 5 if it allowed for color, and worked better with pdf books).
My Kindle rating is 4 ( don't like the one and off feature text issues, the width is tad big for me)
What device do you prefer?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Dead to the World by: Charlaine Harris

I really enjoyed this book as it showed a very angry and moody side to Sookie. What we have known about Sookie Stackhouse is definitely changed in this book. She's mad with good reason. For the first time Sookie is alone without Bill attached to her. And I think it helps people who read the series get to know Sookie better. She's not the bubbly Sookie that we have seen up to this point. An overall great read.
Alot happens to Jason which is new, as in my opinion Jason has always been a kind of eye candy to the story. You never knew too much about him, other than the tomcat flirt that he is, but here he has his own demons to deal with. I thoroughly enjoy what Charlaine Harris offers us with this story line. I am going to be hopefully doing a review on Dead as a Doornail this week as well.
Monday, August 9, 2010
It's Monday what are your reading
It’s that time when everyone shares what they have been reading and what they finished reading last week. This meme is hosted by One Persons Journey through a World of Books.
Read last week:
Marked by: P.C. Cast
Currently Reading:
Dead to the World by: Charlaine Harris
Cold Lonely Courage by: Soren Paul Petrek
The Thyssen Affair by Mozelle Richardson
Betrayed by: P.C. Cast
Shadowbound by: Erin Kellison
Next to read:
Shiver by Maggie Stiefvater
The Summer I Dared by Barbara Delinsky
Siren by Tricia Rayburn
Twenty Boy Summer by Sarah Ockler
Plum Blossoms in Paris by Sarah Hina
Dead as a Doornail by: Charlaine Harris
What are you reading this week?
Sunday, August 8, 2010
In My Mailbox
Welcome to In My Mailbox! You can find out how to participate and the "official" details on the IMM page.
IMM is a meme I started here at The Story Siren with some inspiration from Alea of Pop Culture Junkie.
The idea behind IMM was not only to put new books on your radar but to also encourage blogger interaction. IMM explores the weekly contents of my mailbox & books bought. And sometimes other fun goodies.
Anyone can participate in IMM and you are not limited to only sharing books that arrive via your mailbox. You can also share books that you've bought or books that you've gotten at the library.
This week was crazy with the things I got from my mailbox, so here goes:
Products for Review:
Ipad
Nook
Books I won:
Plum Blossoms in Paris (author signed)
Books via Bookmooch:
The Summer I Dared by Barbara Delinsky
Lake News by Barbara Delinsky
Coast Road by Barbara Delinsky
Books for Review:
Miranda Queen of Argyll: Past Sins (author signed)
Miranda Queen of Argyll: Unlikely Saints
Cold Lonely Courage by Soren Paul Petrek
So it should be an interesting reading what did you get in your mailbox?
Monday, August 2, 2010
Cold Lonely Courage
Author: Soren Paul Petrek
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
I will be reviewing this book in August and we will have all sorts of fun things for this going on to help promote the book. So keep your eyes open!
Thank you to Pump Up Your Books Virtual Tour for this great opportunity!
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