I enjoy Danielle Steele and I LOVE "chick lit" books so I picked up another of her novels and was hoping for the best. Not the case.
The story idea was great and I admired it and would've really enjoyed it if it hadn't been so fluffy and perfect. A young athlete training for the Olympics has a terrible accident and then has to adjust to a life in a wheelchair and still finds a way to fulfill her dreams by picking up Paralympic skiing. Great story.
What was not so great? The perfect marriages of Bill and Jessie, the descriptions of cars (limousines, Bentleys, Cadillac Escalades) as well as the private jets, international quick trips, fancy hotels, Ivy League college educations and acceptances of the younger children, highest paying elite positions, best specialists, best doctors, best nurses, best friendships... way, way, way too much.
The people that read the books are normal people, not the neurosurgeons of the world with the Harvard educations and the perfect marriages and perfect kids and perfect jobs with private jets, Bentleys, limousines and escalades. It would be nice to have this story done at a more realistic level that "normal" people could relate to instead of going so above and beyond that it becomes annoying and readers such as myself start skipping descriptive paragraphs because it gets so disgusting I just want to know what happens in the end.
I would give this book a 1*, but the story was a great idea. I just did not enjoy the descriptions of how it got from the beginning to the end. Very disappointing.