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On Sarah Whitfield's seventy-fifth birthday, memories take her back to New York in the 1930s. To a marriage that ends after a year, leaving Sarah shattered. A trip to Europe with her parents does little to raise her spirits, until she meets William, Duke of Whitfield. In time, despite her qualms, William insists on giving up his distant right to the British throne to make Sarah his dutchess and his wife.

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On Sarah Whitfield's seventy-fifth birthday, memories take her back to New York in the 1930s. To a marriage that ends after a year, leaving Sarah shattered. A trip to Europe with her parents does little to raise her spirits, until she meets William, Duke of Whitfield. In time, despite her qualms, William insists on giving up his distant right to the British throne to make Sarah his dutchess and his wife.

On their honeymoon, the newlyweds buy an old French chateau, but not long after, the war begins. William joins the allied forces, leaving Sarah, their first child, an infant, and their second child on the way, in France. After the Nazi forces take over the chateau, Sarah continues to survive the terror and deprivation of the Occupation, unwavering in her belief that her missing-in-action husband is still alive.

After the war, as a gesture of goodwill, the Whitfields start buying jewels offered for sale by impoverished war survivors. With Sarah's style and keen eye, the collection becomes the prestigious Whitfield's jewelry store in Paris. Eventually, their jewelry business expands to London and Rome, as their family grows. Phillip, their firstborn, is stubborn and proud; Julian, their second son, is charming and generous and warm; Isabelle is rebellious and willful; and Xavier, unusual and untamed, is the final unexpected gift of their love. They each find their own way, but will be drawn to the great house of gems their parents built. In Jewels, Danielle Steel takes the reader through five eventful decades that include war, passion, international intrigue, and the strength of family through it all.

Set against a vivid backdrop of time and change, Jewels is the story of a great house of gems, a rare family, and an extraordinary marriage. Once again, Danielle Steel explores the lives of people facing challenges we recognize as our own, in a world dominated by war, passion, and international intrigues.

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Publishers Weekly - Publisher's Weekly
In the Steel collectionoeuvre, which means works of art, is awk with following jewel metaphor , Jewels is merely a semiprecious gem. Set in the WW II era, the novel depicts the travails of its to elim dangler heroine, Sarah, Duchess of Whitfield. The beautiful debutante daughter of a wealthy American family, Sarah has endured the disgrace attending her divorce of her caddish first husband. Eventually she marries the charming and very rich Duke of Whitfield, who buys her a chateau in France. The rest of the novel follows the self-satisfied course of their usually happy since he's in prison camp at one point union. WW II offers Steel a chance to pump drama into this bland narrative, but she misses it. Sarah spends the war comfortably ensconced on the grounds of her chateau, looked out for by a solicitious German commander so polite she doesn't guess he has fallen in love with her. Meekly, he leaves the moment Sarah learns her husband, the duke, ? has survived a Nazi prison camp. After she nurses William back to health, their idyllic marriage placidly resumes. They are rich and envied. They eat well, dress well, live well, have or else mention first child above? children and open a jewelry store for amusement. The narrative's greatest conflict comes in the final chapters, when widowed Sarah has to deal with her unruly offspring. Costume jewelry has more sparkle than this uninspired tale. Major ad/promo; Literary Guild and Doubleday Book Club main selections. (June)
Library Journal
Steel Daddy , Audio Reviews, LJ 1/93 remains invincible in the publishing world, and this abridgment of her most recent novel, Jewels , is likely to continue her success. Narrator Tim Curry continues his trend of highly professional readings. His use of multiple voices enables him to keep the large cast of characters distinguishable. Although Sarah Whitfield is originally American, Curry supplies her with a soft British accent, acceptable in one who has spent 50 years in Europe. William, Duke of Whitfield, speaks with quiet assurance, confident about his place in the world. The story itself is gentle, with little sex or profanity, and is pleasing to the listener's ear. The abridgment seems to spend an inordinate amount of time in the early years of Sarah's marriage, making the end seem rather rushed. Regardless, Curry is a joy to hear, and this audiobook will circulate heavily in public libraries.-- Jodi L. Israel, Westwood, Mass.
Kirkus Reviews
At the start, Steel seems to nick Barbara Cartland's preserves: lovely lass is wooed by English duke. But, here, the lass is a divorced American, and the duke has no wicked gleam in the eye. Once they're wed, it's Steel puff-pastry romance time. There's a stretch of true love and noble sacrifice during WW II in France, then troubles with bothersome offspring, the blossoming of a family jewelry business—and, of course, luxury digs and great duds. Sarah is in Europe—with her divorce from a playboy drunk already in the works—when she meets William, Duke of Whitfield, 14th in line to the throne. William falls in love, but how could Sarah say yes right after Edward VIII had to abdicate (in 1936) to marry a Divorced Woman, and thereby plug up William's conduit to the crown? Love wins, however, and Cousin Bertie (George VI) gives his blessing. No doubt royalty cares—it's the ex-king and his bride who get word to Sarah in her French chateau during WW II to tell her that William is missing in action. By this time Sarah has had two children, one (whom she will lose) delivered by the decent German officer in charge of requisitioning her house. The war ends. Will William return? Of course he will, and then Emanuelle, the village girl, suggests that the Whitfields help the refugees by buying their jewels. What a grand idea! Soon, though, jewels are piling up everywhere. Why not open a store! Wonderful! Eventually, the four surviving children will be involved: stuffy heir Phillip; kind Julian; headstrong Isabelle; jaunty Xavier. Except for the last, all marry disastrously, recoup, and produce kids. At the close, now-widowed Sarah beams on all at her 75th. Much of thisairy nonsense is background—thin and threadbare (Steel does best on home shores). But fantasies with dukes, jewels, and French chateaux—plus the Steel name—can be counted on to shoot off the shelves. (Literary Guild Dual Selection for June)
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780440214229
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/28/1993
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 480
  • Sales rank: 514,519
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.90 (h) x 1.25 (d)

Meet the Author

Danielle Steel
Danielle Steel has become more of a legend than any one of her books, which never fail to make the bestseller lists. Something of Steel's refinement and gentility transfers to her prose as her heroines enjoy enviable triumphs over inevitable tragedies.


When it comes to commanding bestseller lists, no writer can come close to Danielle Steel. Her work has been published in 47 countries, in 28 languages. She has been listed in the Guinness Book of World Records as the author who has spent the most consecutive weeks on The New York Times bestseller list. She has not only published novels, but has written non-fiction, a book of poetry, and two series of children's books. Many of her books have been adapted for television movies, one of which (Jewels) was nominated for two Golden Globe awards. She has received the title of Chevalier of the distinguished Order of Arts and Letters by the French Government for her immense body of work. In short, to say that Steel is the single most popular living writer in the world is no overstatement.

Steel published her first novel, Going Home, when she was a mere 26 years old, and the book introduced readers to many of the themes that would dominate her novels for the next 30-odd years. It is an exploration of human relationships told dramatically, a story of the past's thrall on the present. Anyone familiar with Steel's work will recognize these themes as being close to her heart, as are familial issues, which are at the root of her many mega-sellers.

Although Steel has a reputation among critics as being a writer of fluffy, escapist fare, she never shies away from taking on dark subject matter, having addressed illnesses, incest, suicide, divorce, death, the Holocaust, and war in her work. Of course, even when she is handling unsavory topics, she does so entertainingly and with refinement. Her stories may often cross over into the realm of melodrama, but she never fails to spin a compelling yarn told with a skilled ear for dialogue and character, while consistently showing how one can overcome the greatest of tragedies. Ever prolific, she usually produces several books per year, often juggling multiple projects at the same time.

With all of the time and effort Steel puts into her work (she claims to sometimes spend as much as 20 hours a day at her keyboard), it is amazing that she still has time for a personal life. However, as one might assume from her work, family is still incredibly important to her, and she maintains a fairly private personal life. Fortunately for her millions of fans, she continues to devote more than a small piece of that life to them.

Good To Know

Along with her famed adult novels, Steel has also written two series of books for kids with the purpose of helping them through difficult situations, such as dealing with a new stepfather and coping with the death of a grandparent.

When Steel isn't working on her latest bestseller or spending time with her beloved family, she is devoting her time to one of several philanthropic projects to benefit the mentally ill, the homeless, and abused children.

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    1. Hometown:
      San Francisco, California
    1. Date of Birth:
      August 14, 1947
    2. Place of Birth:
      New York, New York
    1. Education:
      Educated in France. Also attended Parsons School of Design, 1963, and New York University, 1963-67
    2. Website:

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Chapter One

The air was so still in the brilliant summer sun that you could hear the birds, and every sound for miles, as Sarah sat peacefully looking out her window. The grounds were brilliantly designed, perfectly manicured, the gardens laid out by Le NÙtre, as Versailles' had been, the trees towering canopies of green framing the park of the Ch,teau de la Meuze. The ch,teau itself was four hundred years old, and Sarah, Duchess of Whitfield, had lived here for fifty-two years now. She had come here with William, when she was barely more than a girl, and she smiled at the memory as she watched the caretaker's two dogs chase each other into the distance. Her smile grew as she thought of how much Max was going to enjoy the two young sheepdogs.

It always gave her a feeling of peace, sitting here, looking out at the grounds they had worked so hard on. It was easy to recall the desperation of the war, the endless hunger, the fields stripped of everything they might have had to give them. It had all been so difficult then. . . so different. . . and it was odd, it never seemed so long ago. . . fifty years. . . half a century. She looked down at her hands, at the two enormous, perfectly square emerald rings she almost always wore, and it still startled her to see the hands of an old woman. They were still beautiful hands, graceful hands, useful hands, thank God, but they were the hands of a seventy-five-year-old woman. She had lived well, and long; too long, she thought sometimes. . . too long without William. . . and yet there was always more, more to see, to do, to think about, and plan, more to oversee with their children. She was gratefulfor the years she had had, and even now, she didn't have the sense that anything was over, or complete yet. There was always some unexpected turn in the road, some event that couldn't have been foreseen, and somehow needed her attention. It was odd to think that they still needed her, they needed her less than they knew, and yet they still turned to her often enough to make her feel important to them, and still somehow useful. And there were their children too. She smiled as she thought of them, and stood, still looking for them out the window. She could see them as they arrived, from here. . . see their faces as they smiled, or laughed, or looked annoyed as they stepped from their cars, and looked expectantly up at her windows. It was almost as if they always knew she would be there, watching for them. No matter what else she had to do, on the afternoon they were to arrive, she always found something to do in her elegant little upstairs sitting room, as she waited. And even after all these years, with all of them grown, there was always a little thrill of excitement, to see their faces, hear their tales, listen to their problems. She worried about them, and loved them, just as she always had, and in a way, each one of them was a tiny piece of the enormous love she had shared with William. What a remarkable man he had been, larger than any fantasy, than any dream. Even after the war, he was a force to be reckoned with, a man that everyone who knew him would always remember.

Sarah walked slowly away from the window, past the white-marble fireplace, where she often sat on cold winter afternoons, thinking, writing notes, or even writing a letter to one of her children. She spoke to them frequently on the telephone, in Paris, London, Rome, Munich, Madrid, and yet she had an enormous fondness for writing.

She stood looking down at a table draped in an ancient, faded brocade, a beautiful piece of antique workmanship that she had found years ago, in Venice, and she gently touched the framed photographs there, picking them up at random to see them better, and as she looked at them, it was suddenly so easy to remember the exact moment. . . their wedding day, William laughing at something someone had said, as she looked up at him, smiling shyly. There was so much happiness evident there, so much joy that she had almost thought her heart would break with it the day of her wedding. She wore a beige lace-and-satin dress, with a very stylish beige lace hat with a small veil, and she had carried an armload of small, tea-colored orchids. They had been married at her parents' home, at a small ceremony, with her parents' favorite friends beside them. Almost a hundred friends had come to join them for a quiet, but very elegant, reception. There had been no bridesmaids this time, no ushers, no enormous wedding party, no youthful excess, only her sister to attend her, in a beautifully draped blue-satin dress with a stunning hat that had been made for her by Lily DachÈ. Their mother had worn a short dress in emerald-green. Sarah smiled at the memory. . . her mother's dress had been almost exactly the color of her own two extraordinary emeralds. How pleased with her life her mother would have been, if only she had lived to see it.

There were other photographs there as well, of the children when they were small. . . a wonderful one of Julian with his first dog. . . and Phillip, looking terribly grown-up, though he was only eight or nine, when he was first at Eton. And Isabelle somewhere in the South of France in her teens. . . and each of them in Sarah's arms when they were first born. William had always taken those photographs himself, trying to pretend not to have tears in his eyes, as he looked at Sarah with each new, tiny baby. And Elizabeth. . . looking so small. . . standing beside Phillip in a photograph that was so yellow, one could hardly see now. But as always, tears filled Sarah's eyes as she looked at it and remembered. Her life had been good and full so far, but it hadn't always been easy.

She stood looking at the photographs for a long time, touching the moments, thinking of each of them, gently brushing up against the memories, while trying not to bump into those that were too painful. She sighed as she walked away again, and went back to stand at the long French windows.

She was graceful, and tall, her back very straight, her head held with the pride and elegance of a dancer. Her hair was snowy-white, though it had once shone like ebony; her huge, green eyes were the same deep, dark color as her emeralds. Of her children, only Isabelle had those eyes, and even hers weren't as dark as Sarah's. But none of them had her strength and style, none of them had the fortitude she had had, the determination, the sheer power to survive all that life had dealt her. Their lives had been easier than hers had been, and for that, in some ways, she was very grateful. In other ways, she wondered if her constant attention to them had softened them, if she had indulged them too much, and as a result had made them weaker. Not that anyone would call Phillip weak. . . or Julian. . . or Xavier. . . or even Isabelle. . . still, Sarah had something that none of them had, a sheer strength of soul that seemed to emanate from her as one watched her. It was a kind of power one sensed about her as she walked into a room, and like her or not, one couldn't help but respect her. William had been like that, too, although more effusive, more obvious in his amusement about life, and his good nature. Sarah had always been quieter, except when she was with William. He brought out the best in her. He had given her everything, she frequently said, everything she had ever cared about, or loved, or truly needed. She smiled as she looked out over the green lawns, remembering how it had all begun. It seemed like only hours ago. . . days since it had all started. It was impossible to believe that tomorrow was going to be her seventy-fifth birthday. Her children and her grandchildren were coming to celebrate it with her, and the day after that, hundreds of illustrious and important people. The party still seemed foolish to her, but the children had absolutely insisted. Julian had organized everything, and even Phillip had called her from London half a dozen times to make sure that everything was going smoothly. And Xavier had sworn that, no matter where he was, Botswana or Brazil, or God only knew where else, he would fly in to be there. Now she waited for them, standing at the window, almost breathlessly, feeling a little flutter of excitement. She was wearing an old, but beautifully cut, simple black Chanel dress with the enormous, perfectly matched pearls that she almost always wore, which caused people who knew to catch their breath the first time they saw them. They had been hers since the war, and had they sold in today's world, they would have surely brought well over two million dollars. But Sarah never thought of that; she simply wore them because she loved them, because they were hers, and because William had insisted that she keep them. "The Duchess of Whitfield should have pearls like that, my love." He had teased her when she first tried them on, over an old sweater of his she had borrowed to work in the lower garden. "Damn shame my mother's were so insignificant compared to these," he had commented, and she'd laughed, and he had held her close to him as he kissed her. Sarah Whitfield had beautiful things, she had had a wonderful life. And she was a truly extraordinary person.

And as she began to turn away from the window at last, impatient for them to come, she heard the first car coming around the last turn in the driveway. It was an endless black Rolls-Royce limousine, with windows so dark, she wouldn't have been able to see who was in it. Except that she knew, she knew each of them to perfection. She stood smiling as she watched them. The car stopped directly in front of the main entrance to the ch,teau, almost exactly below her window, and as the driver stepped out and hurried to open the door for him, she shook her head with amusement. Her eldest son was looking extremely distinguished, as always, and very, very British, while trying not to appear harassed by the woman who stepped out of the car just behind him. She wore a white silk dress and Chanel shoes, her hair cut short, very stylishly, with diamonds glittering in the summer sun absolutely everywhere she could find to put them. She smiled to herself again as she turned away from the scene at the window. This was only the beginning. . . of a mad, interesting few days. . . . Hard to believe. . . she couldn't help but wonder what William would have thought of all of it. . . all this fuss over her seventy-fifth birthday. . . seventy-five years. . . so much too soon. . . . It seemed only moments since the beginning. . . .

From the Audio Cassette edition.

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  • Posted July 28, 2011

    LOVE IT!

    This is one of my all time favorite Danielle Steel books. I read this book years ago, and can pick it up anytime and read it again over and over like it's the first time. I purchase this for my nook and so glad I did because it will always be available at my fingertips without lugging out my old hardcover.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 14, 2012

    Amazing Read

    Love Love Love this book!! One of my all time favorite and go to reads. Read it for the first time several years ago and have read it numerous times since. Dont miss out on this one!! Great summer read or curled up by the fire in winter.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 23, 2011


    This book was very good. I loved the romance between Sarah and William. The character of William was actaully my favorite. He was so funny, and the way he swept Sarah off her feet was a true fairy tale romance.
    The only reason that I didn't give this book 5 stars was that I wished Sarah and William's children weren't so spoiled and self-involved, Really, the only likable one is Xavier.

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  • Posted March 14, 2010

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    Loved This Book

    I love this book, I love most of Danielle Steel books, This book takes you back to a time when love was just love... I have read this book many times and reread it often. I really do like the video that this was made into but I feel it is missing many of the important aspects of the book itself. If you love danielle steel books this is a must for any reader!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2003

    Best of Danielle Steel

    I first watched the movie Jewels and decided I had to read the book! Oh my! The book is even better then the movie! THIS IS MY FAVORITE DANIELLE STEEL BOOK MOVIE. I loved Zoya, but after reading Jewels, Zoya had to take a step back! I watch the movie over & over and I read the book again & again!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 23, 2014


    A white kit with brown stripes down her head, back, and tail. Teal eyes. Unsure what her rank is.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2014

    Sunsetkit Bio

    Name: Sunsetkit

    Gender: Female

    Looks: White with black stripes and vivid purple eyes

    Rank: Deputy

    Ask me about anything else you need to know!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2014


    Sunkit &#9788 <br> leader! *Remember that because there isn't a &star in ny name! &#9786 <br> Optimistic, bright, playful, but careful, shy, and responsible. <br> violet eyes, yellow-orange fur. <br> Sun&kappa<_>it &#9788

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 1, 2013



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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2013

    Darkpaws bio

    Male daa eyes:piercing amber fur: a black handsome muscalur long limbed tom with yellow stripes. Claws: long curved mate:maybe maybe not kin: poisonclaw crush: maybe.. once from lightclan but left. Finished his warrior training two days ago. Wants warrior nam as darkpoison.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2013

    Yarrowleaf & Frostkit

    NAME Yarrowleaf <p>AGE young warrior <p>GENDER shecat <p>DESC Yarrowleaf is a slender short haired golden furred shecat. Long slender legs and thick fur. She has slightly over sized ears but that only makes her hearing better. She has big green eyes and a long fluffy tail<p>PERS she is kind and sweet and caring. But from something in the past she is terrirozed by haunting dreams and faces. She is jumpy and shy but when you get past her guard she is a sweet understanding loyal shecat. Loves to swim(anscestors of Riverclan) and sitting around talking with friends.<p>KIN Her mother is Riverlark who died in a battle with some rogues. Her father was Snaketooth. Who is a rogue now. He hates her and wants her dead. (If you want to know why just ask Yarrowleaf) she had two siblins. Lilyheart who died in childbirth and Roadclaw her brother whose location is unknown and lastly...Frostkit. her neice. The only surviving member of Lilyheart's litter.<p>RANK warrior <p>CRUSH none <p>MATE none. She doesnt believe anyone can love her<p>KITS none of her own but she is taking care of her neice Frostkit<p>•?•?•<p>NAME Frostkit <p>AGE um...not sure. Not a newborn but not an apprentice so lets say 3 moons? <p>GENDER shecat <p>DESC pure white long haired shekit with a pink nose and bright blue eyes <p>PERS sweet carefree and gentle. Loves to cuddle and play around and be michevious and adventurous<p>KIN look at Yarrowleafs bio and figure it out <p>RANK kit <p>CRUSH none <p>MATE none <p>KITS none

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2013

    Silverstorm's Bio

    NAME: For those of you who can't see headlines, it's Silverstorm.
    GENDER: Tom
    AGE: 16 moons
    DESCRIPTION: Silverstorm is a silvery-grey and amber tabby, his stripes look like a tornado. He has more silvery colored stripes, but the amber ones make him stand out. His tail is white-tipped and is quite long. His paws are a tad bigger than most, and they're mostly amber. His eyes are dark green with flecks of grey. They often dart around. His ears and muzzle are dark pink. His ears are covered in amber fur. One of his ears is normally folded in half while the older one sticks up. He's often smiling, and loves saying hi for some weird reason. He is a little small for his age.
    CHARACTERISTICS: Silverstorm is a very loving, gentle, and kind tom. He is very welcoming but if very soft and fragile. If you hurt his feelings he may cry. He loves being around other people and is sometimes quite shy. He always has a smile on his face unless he's upset. When he gets upset his ears will flatten.
    TALENTS AND LIKES: He is a great swimmer but is a terrible tree climber, he loves swimming when he can. He is a good hunter and not too big of a fighter. He's more of an agility and quick cat. He loves water voles, and drawing in the sand. He likes conversating with other people. He hates fighting, and will stay away from it, unless it's for his clan. You can bully him a bit, he won't retaliate, he'll just get upset and curl up by himself.
    HISTORY: He was born in May, and was raised by his mom and dad. They loved him and supported him, even though he was the runt of his litter. He was always pushed around, and would still be loved the same. He loved his mother and father till they were murdered. He then was fed and foster cared for by the leader of the clan. She loved him the same. Eventually, the clan began to die and his stepmother got inactive. When a fire busted the camp, he couldn't find where the rest of the clan went to so he looked for a new one. He ended up here.
    FAMILY: His mom was Streakfire, his dad was Longfur, he had 2 sisters and a brother, Hopekit, Sympathykit, and Luckkit. His mom had had a litter before. She had 2 sons. Their names were now Fireheart and Lionroar. They died in the fire. His siblings whereabouts are unknown.
    MATE: None, never had one.
    CRUSH: None
    KITS: None
    SIGNATURE: ~~SS~~~ or ••SilverStorm•••
    Thank you guys for reading! If I missed anything it will be in my next updated bio! Thanks!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2013



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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2013


    Whats wroung?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 20, 2013


    I'm back for the time being. I hope to see you soon Rome.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2012

    loved it!!

    REally good that I couldn't put it fact so far I haven't been able to put any of her books down. She is a good writer.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 8, 2012

    Good read

    Ms Steel always has a knack of developing her characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 23, 2004

    Jewels was fabulous

    I loved this book and the movie was fantastic, i would love to see more of danielle's books turn into movies, this story was right out of a fairy tale

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 6, 2003

    The best...

    This is one book I would love to read again. I could not put it down. I'm sure you will love it, too.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 29, 2003

    My All-Time Favorite

    I have read many of Danielle Steele's novels, but Jewel is my all-time favorite. I have read it over and over again...hundreds of times. I love this book and I doubt that I will ever find one that will top it.

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