What #PassItOn is all about

So for all of those reading this blog that don't follow @crambookclub on Twitter here is a little explanation of #PassItOn. Basically you read a book, once you have read said book you leave it in some place random (on a bus, in a pub, in a dentist's waiting room) for someone to find. BEFORE you leave the book some place random you write a little note in the front cover to explain said concept to lucky finder and then if you are on Twitter let us know which book you have hidden.

If you happen to find a #PassItOn book let us know on Twitter (@crambookclub), read it and then, wait for it this is the hard part, PASS IT ON (on a train, in a restaurant, in an opticians waiting room, wherever tickles your fancy.

You don't have to be on twitter to take part and if you're not leave a comment on this post about any #PassItOn books you have found or hidden. Feel free to start your own if one of ours doesn't make it your way.

One's hidden to date and not yet claimed (publically) include:

Where will you leave yours?

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Mount by Jilly Cooper #inbetweeny

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