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Art is in the eye of the beholder and the passion thereof time and limitless. The same can be said about Brad Twaddle’s immeasurable energy and passion for Dancing and the Arts.

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Patricia Vaccarino writes book reviews for love or money

I review many types of books: old, new, classic, genre fiction as well as literary fiction, and nonfiction. My fees are based on scale relative to word count and the complexity of the book. I write three types of reviews: Snapshot ($250), Standard ($350) or Scholarly ($550). My book reviews are balanced and fair. I post my reviews on multiple platforms.  It is important to note that my reviews are distributed to a proprietary list of book lovers, bookstores and the media.  Interested? email me patricia@prforpeople.com

 


A Dark Wood

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