This was my first Danielle Steel novel, and I dare say it will be my last. I wish I could get those 7 hours of my life back. Honestly, the only good thing about this book was that it was short and over quickly.
Everyone knows who Danielle Steel is, right? She’s one of the most famous authors ever, but I just don’t see the appeal—like, at all. I’ve come to the conclusion that there are two types of authors: writers and storytellers. Danielle? She’s a storyteller.
Lines like, “She felt sad and emotional at the same time” - Okay, I know what those emotions are, but if you want me to actually connect with the character, you're going to need to give me a little more than that, Danielle.
Then we get, “She had lost everything,” but there’s no emotions to accompany it, just a quick rush to the next part of the story. Or, “She had a feeling of freedom,” thrown in randomly. I know what freedom feels like, but come on—this reads like my 8-year-old wrote it.
Danielle writes with almost no emotion or dialogue, just, "And then she did this," and "Then that happened." It’s weird. It’s definitely not for me. And the plot? Depressing. The main character is abandoned over and over again, but I couldn’t even feel bad for her because the writing lacked any depth, only "it made her sad." Then, It was just on to the next tragedy.
Oh, and the repetition? Maddening. Do you think I have amnesia, Danielle? You’ve told me this part already. If you have this book on your TBR, I suggest you take a drink every time she mentions how the 'military ruined her father.' I guarantee you’ll be smashed by the end of it. You're welcome.