I've stated before that I know I'm not in [a Danielle Steel novel]'s target audience, I've maybe read too many submarine/spy/war thrillers and Wilbur Smith epics to enjoy this kind of story; but, for the love of all that is holy, this sucked! What was this book about? I picked it up from my sister's collection imagining a sweeping epic about a young lady's pursuit of the skies, her relentless drive to just become as good/powerful in the cockpit as her heroes, about how her natural ability and the tutelage of one such hero carries her beyond that goal and propels her to become one of the greats, I expected to encounter some incredible machines and some exotic places; but, alas.
As near as I can tell, this is the story of a young girl (she remains a girl for the duration) who lives an incredibly enchanted life where everything she dreams of magically manifests itself through universal alignment or sorcery of some kind. Cassie makes absolutely nothing happen for herself. Everything happens to her. Change my mind. The storm she and her brother get caught in happens when all she wanted was a joyride, Nick happens to decide that he had better teach her, Bobby happens to change his mind about wanting to marry her, Desmond Williams just happens to come find her, and happens to think she may be good enough for a top job at his outfit, Billy happens by, then Nick happens to confess his feelings, Chris' accident happens, a proposal occurs, a marriage happens, a career defining tour is tabled, a bad thing hapens, then another bad thinh happens, then she happens to learn the truth, the tour begins, the tour ends, someone dies, the navy is having an exercise nearby, the Japanese are here! One of her heroines approaches her and happens to give her the opportunity to be reunited with the man she loves. She does nothing for herself!
A favourite blogger of mine uses the metaphor of 'running a race' to describe the pursuit of an objective, the acheivement of a result or the breaking of a barrier; Cassandra was not running a race, she was barely jogging then Danielle Steel happened along to move the finish line right up to her and proclaim her a record breaker. Cassie, unknowingly beautiful and talented Cassie, is vapid, devoid of the fiery Irish redheaded will and passion she is said to have, she has all the personality of a loaf of supermarket bread and all the individual capacity of a bucket without a bottom. The world she inhabits is just as empty.
I think this book would have been better for everyone had it been written by a male author for a majority male audience; the characters would have been fleshier (how can a character of such slime as Desmond Williams be so wasted?), the world would have richer in detail and the machines would have been an actual part of the story not just corollary (Danielle Steel knows nothing about planes, either that or (/and?) she expects the same of her audience). As it is it is just the story of a beautiful girl who has some talent and no personality, her indulgent father who is of such obstinance he folds halfway into the book, the passionate, skilled, capable older man she loves who is so in love with her that he does nothing about it, the dashng billionaire who gives her everything she has ever wanted because...reasons, the equally talented peer who could have been a source of great challenge for our heroine but, you know, sort of wasn't, and their confluence around said girl of no personality. Oh! And there's airplanes. Some of them crash.