My Friend Joy

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This is a link to my friend, Joy's, new book blog.  While she is not reading black female literature, per se, she is a good friend who shares a love for books and is the coordinator of a local book club that reads a lot on race and race relations in Kirkwood.

Check her out, you might find something interesting to read, Joy is a librarian!http://www.joyweesemoll.com

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  1. Joy Weese MollFebruary 1, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    Thanks for the link! I'm celebrating Langston Hughes' birthday on my blog today and I talked about SPROG.

    Stay safe!

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