SNYDERMANIA: THE SECOND REVIEW OF THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON ON AMAZON.COM

Thursday, September 22, 2011

THE SECOND REVIEW OF THE EIGHT-FINGERED CRIMINAL'S SON ON AMAZON.COM

The following review was posted to Amazon.com by Paul Skolnick.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book, and I'm hoping Bill will in the future fill in some of the chronological gaps with even more anecdotes. I'm NOT mentioned, and don't even know the author. But his descriptions and stories sure brought back my own memories of that time and a place about 10 miles to the east of Hawthorne.

Much Appreciated, Paul.

You can download the book by clicking on the link below. You don't need a Kindle to read. There is a free and easy app on the Amazon page. The app will allow you to read the book on any phone, computer or pad.
http://www.amazon.com/The-Eight-Fingered-Criminals-Son-ebook/dp/B005NWH8L4

Thanks to Midlife Job Hunter for the first of my blogger friends to download!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...: Way to go, Dad!

Great review. Congratulations :); September 22, 2011 at 6:38 PM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks, Wendy. It feels pretty good.; September 25, 2011 at 6:40 AM
JJ said...: Glad to see you back! I have been gone for a while myself, and I'm just catching up. Congrats!; September 29, 2011 at 4:07 PM

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