I've never read a Danielle Steel novel before, despite their ubiquity - it's next to impossible to walk past any bookshelf (especially those found in public places, like staff canteens or doctor's waiting rooms) without there being at least three Danielle Steel novels sitting on the shelf. They're more inevitable than mildew.
Amazing Grace is one that I picked up off a shelf at random. I don't know if this was a good place to start, though I see no reason to believe it isn't - or that I would have been better off with another novel, as from what I've gleaned the consensus is that Danielle Steel novels are pretty much interchangeable and there's a reason why there's never a lot of critical acclaim for them.
The idea was that I'd broaden my reading horizons: I'd read something that's totally unlike my usual literary fare and in the process maybe gain some understanding into just what it is that makes authors like Danielle Steel so face-meltingly popular.
As such it feels kind of churlish of me to give this book a bad review, when it's so obviously not meant for someone like me or someone with my reading tastes. It even says right here on Goodreads that it's "chick lit" and has not even come close to landing in a 'recommended based on your tastes/reading patterns' list.
However, I still think it probably was objectively pretty terrible, even when factoring in taste and the fact that the book was never marketed to me for the same reason that pork pies don't tend to sell well in Synagogues.
The book is about an earthquake hitting San Francisco and a group of very wealthy cardboard cut-outs having their lives affected in slightly interconnected ways.
I'm not totally against this kind of thing, by the way - in fact I suspect this is the appeal of Danielle Steel's work for some people: It's not so much about plot (there isn't one) or characters (they're just empty archetypes) - it's designed so that people can read it in bed and fantasise about what it would be like to be rich and famous just before they go to sleep. Nothing really bad happens (the earthquake is sort of glazed over) and no one in the book is really bad either (even the horrifically narcissistic Seth is still somehow painted in warm tones).
There's nothing wrong with that. It's fine.
What is wrong is the frankly dreadful prose. I don't expect every work I read to be a dazzling work of prosaic genius, in fact I think simple and transparent writing is great.
But this book is guilty of almost every writing sin that normally would peg you as an amateur writer - it's rife with clichés, awkward similes and constantly tells, rather than shows.
I felt almost no connection to any of the characters or the events of their lives because the book is hell-bent on trying to tell you what to feel, rather than presenting the events and letting you react emotionally to them. The book is also terribly incoherent - for example, you're still finding out basic information about the main characters in the final chapter, as if the author decided to add these details at the last minute because she couldn't think how to finish it.
And really, I do need to emphasise just how stock and forgettable the characters are. The only remotely interesting plotline in the book is the romance between Sister Maggie and Everett - although this plot is one of the oldest stock tropes in the book, literally dating as far back as the Roman Empire. A nun is conflicted over whether or not to give up her vows for a man. Queue dramatic music.
The other threads are just ridiculous. There's a woman whose husband turns out to be a financial criminal. I didn't care even slightly. And there's a pop starlet with a controlling mother (of course) who falls in love with... some random guy. For some reason, that is never well described.
What comes across loud and clear is that the book is written for people who like soap operas - and is about as intellectually nourishing. So if you're the kind of person who never misses an episode of Days of Our Lives then you'll probably have a much better time with this book than I did.
My enduring impression, though, is that my first Danielle Steel novel will be my last. This book was neither amazing nor graceful.