Let them Eat Fruitcake

Consider this a commercial break. Blog tour book review take 2.

Melody Carlson's Let them Eat Fruitcake

Are you having a hard time getting into the Christmas spirit? You know, well before Thanksgiving. This year they didn't even wait until Halloween to start putting up all the Christmas goodies. If you don't want to break out the tree just yet or start addressing Christmas cards.......you can start with this fun light read.

The basic premise: Four twenty-something girls sharing a house between the timeframe of Thanksgiving to Christmas. Each have their own mishaps, doubts and/or disfunctions.

The good: Maybe I am just in the Christmas spirit.....but I mostly have good things to say. It was light and fun because who has time to read anything serious during the holidays. It reads really fast and is perfect for any holiday travel....if you have a car/plane ride ahead of you. Assuming you are not the one driving, although I did catch myself reading it redlights (yes, I am that girl!). Each of the girls is a bit of mess ranging from way out there to the girl who seems to have it together but doesn't. It makes you feel a bit better about your own family dysfunction (assuming you have it....like the rest of us). I think this book is the second in a series.....but it made perfect sense without the first. It is also manages to be "Christian fiction" without too much cheese factor.

The bad: It is chick lit so if you are looking for some serious life changing reading you won't get it here. Occasionally predictable with slightly too tidy endings......well 3 out of the 4 at least.

The contest: Not that I have have heard of anyone actual eating fruitcake but...........if you leave a commnet on this post (or any other blog review of the book) you will be entered into to a drawing for a $25 gift certificate to the Collin Street Bakery. The Collin Street Bakery is world-famous for its - you guessed it - fruitcake and will deliver your baked goods almost anywhere in the world.

Find more info at.......

the author's website:http://melodycarlson.com/

buy the book: http://melodycarlson.com/

the other bloggers participating: http://www.blogtourspot.com/Carlson-blog-tour/Carlson-blog-tour-stops/ ( hint this is how you can increase your chances of winning!)

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