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Lost December

By Belinda

I got Lost December by Richard Paul Evans, from the library to read over Christmas. It is such a good book I cannot put it down. I am passing on the title in case anyone out there is looking for that next book to read! I can promise you this--you will not be disappointed--and if you get it from the library, don't worry about paying late fees, because you will finish it in no time flat. 

Comments

Angcat said…
Ditto Belinda. I read it in a few short days, stayed up way too late a few nights and loved it.

A definite recommended read.

Merry Christmas to all.
Belinda said…
Ang, I laughed at your private email about the book and how it gripped you! Yes, it's a red eye book for sure! :)

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