Sunday, May 24, 2009

She is a comin' around the mountain agian

Hi Everyone,

I am reading Black Rain by Masuji Ibuse. And will be posting soon enough.

Lots of changes in my life but things have settled down... its time to hit the books again.



Madeleine said...

I am planning to read BLACK RAIN in August, I already bought the book.

I found you on my friend Angelique's Blog. I see you are into yoga? or is your pose in your profile pic gym? I am into Yoga, helps a lot.
Anyway on another subject I love Japanese novels and will participate in "Japanese Challenge 3" which a terrific Italian woman runs every August. I thought you'd like to know. I leave you the link, you will also find lots of ideas for Japanese reading some great books.

Glad I found your blog, I am going to add it to my blog roll.

Sylvie Madeleine

have a nice week

Madeleine said...

Oups, here is the link:

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