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Do you know what I love? Compliments and positive strokes. I don't even care if they are sincere.

I am that shallow.

Without further ado, I will spotlight a wonderful blog by Sheila, a crazy woman who likes to run and loves to read.

Every week she sponsors a meme so we can all share what we've been reading and what we have sitting on our nightstands. I'd take a picture of my alarm clock but I haven't seen it in months. I wonder if it's still there.

Anyway, the woman is brilliant and happens to have excellent taste. For instance, I grabbed something totally random off her latest post. Here it is:

Last weeks winner (using Random.Org) was:

Nancy at A Musing Reviews

and I have to confess I have been reading Nancy’s blog at A Musing Mother and she seriously cracks me up! You may need to check this out. :)

See what I mean? The woman is a brilliant writer and exudes intellect and impeccable taste.

Just in case you want to check her out, along with a couple hundred other book-a-holics (it's a disease, not a choice, people!), click below.


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  1. GinaAugust 9, 2010 at 3:04 AM

    Of course you are wonderful. Don't we tell you all the time in your comments section?!!!

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  2. Sheila (Bookjourney)August 9, 2010 at 9:34 AM

    GAH! I am totally rolling over here- you are so funny! :D I would say you are the talented writer as I read so many blogs I am always impressed when I can find one that keeps me coming back to see what they are going to write about next!

    Keep up the awesome posts! :D

    Oh and thanks for the nice things you said here about my crazy antics as well! Blog on friend!

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  3. June Freaking CleaverAugust 9, 2010 at 7:53 PM

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