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by Danielle Steel

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Four sisters, a Manhattan brownstone, and a tumultuous year of loss and courage are at the heart of Danielle Steel’s new novel about a remarkable family, a stunning tragedy -- and what happens when four very different young women come together under one very lively roof.

Candy (it’s the only name she needs ) is blazing her way through Paris, New York, and Tokyo as

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Four sisters, a Manhattan brownstone, and a tumultuous year of loss and courage are at the heart of Danielle Steel’s new novel about a remarkable family, a stunning tragedy -- and what happens when four very different young women come together under one very lively roof.

Candy (it’s the only name she needs ) is blazing her way through Paris, New York, and Tokyo as fashion’s latest international supermodel. . . .

Her sister Tammy has a job producing the most successful hit show on TV, and a home she loves in L.A.’s Hollywood Hills. . . . In New York, oldest sister Sabrina is an ambitious young lawyer, while Annie is an American artist in Florence, living for her art. . . . On one Fourth of July weekend, as they do every year, the four sisters come home to Connecticut for their family’s annual gathering. But before the holiday is over, tragedy strikes and their world is utterly changed.

Suddenly, four sisters who have been fervently pursuing success and their own lives -- on opposite sides of the world -- reunite to share one New York brownstone, to support each other and their father, and to pick up the pieces while one sister struggles to heal her shattered body and soul. Thus begins an unscripted chapter of their lives, as a bustling house is soon filled with eccentric dogs, laughter, tears, friends, men . . . and the kind of honesty and unconditional love only sisters can provide. But as the four women settle in, they are forced to confront the direction of their respective lives. As the year passes and another July Fourth approaches, a season of grief and change gives way to new beginnings -- as a family comes together to share its blessings and a future filled with surprises and, ultimately, hope.

With unerring insight and compassion, Danielle Steel tells a compelling story of four sisters who love and laugh, struggle and triumph . . . and are irrevocably woven into the fabric of each other’s lives. Brilliantly blending humor and heartbreak, she delivers a powerful message about the fragility -- and the wonder -- of life.

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Publishers Weekly
Four stunningly beautiful Connecticut-bred sisters pursue their disparate careers in prolific Steel's (H.R.H.) latest. There's Candy, 21, a supermodel with an eating disorder, on location in Paris; Annie, 26, a RISD-grad studying painting in Florence; Tammy, at 29 an L.A. TV producer with a new hit and no life; and Sabrina, 34, a workaholic, commitment-phobic family attorney. No matter what, all meet at Mommy and Daddy's for July 4, Thanksgiving and Christmas. During one of the reunions, a disastrous car accident kills their beautiful, dutiful mother and leaves artist Annie blind. Sabrina comes up with a plan for the sisters to live ensemble in a New York brownstone, so that they might grieve and ease Annie's transition into the sightless world. The questions then become Will Candy eat? Will Sabrina commit? Will Tammy have a hit? Will Annie transition? And will Dad love again? Legions of fans expect an emphatic yes, and they won't be disappointed. But they can also expect decapitation, rape and emotional betrayal, which work like little shocks to keep pages turning. (Feb.) Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Sizzling model Candy. TV producer Tammy. Lawyer Sabrina. And Annie, who worships art in Florence. Four sisters charging to the top on different tracks, but when tragedy strikes one, they gather for mutual support. Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
In Steel's latest (H.R.H., 2006, etc.), four far-flung adult sisters move into a New York brownstone after tragedy strikes their close-knit clan. The beautiful, surprisingly down-to-earth Adams sisters are blessed with fabulous careers. Sabrina, the eldest, is a New York divorce attorney. Workaholic Tammy produces a popular TV drama in LA. Supermodel Candy jets around the world to pose for pictures. Painter Annie isn't as rich as the others, but she lives a charmed bohemian life in Italy. No matter where they are, nothing keeps the four from coming together every Fourth of July at their childhood home in Connecticut to celebrate with their beloved parents. During preparations for the annual party, a car accident blinds Annie and kills their mother. The sisters, led by Sabrina, sublet a furnished house for a year so they can support the severely depressed Annie as she learns to live with her disability. The other surviving family members have issues to sort out as well. Naive Candy has a weakness for European playboys and doesn't eat. Single Tammy, who finds a less glamorous job in reality TV, is so used to attracting weirdos and narcissists that she nearly despairs of finding Mr. Right. Sabrina is so terrified of committing to her marriage-minded boyfriend Chris that she risks losing him. Their lonely father, Jim, quickly falls into the clutches of a young divorcee who went to high school with Sabrina. But if fate does occasionally deal harsh blows to the Adamses, they always have each other (and their cute little pet dogs) to keep even the saddest situations from becoming too dark. By the close of this momentous year, the sisters are even tighter, and better equipped to go forward withtheir lives. Female bonding with a cozy slumber-party vibe.

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Chapter One

The photo shoot in the Place de la Concorde, in Paris, had been going since eight o'clock that morning. They had an area around one of the fountains cordoned off, and a bored-looking Parisian gendarme stood watching the proceedings. The model stood in the fountain for hours on end, jumping, splashing, laughing, her head thrown back in practiced glee, and each time she did it, she was convincing. She was wearing an evening gown hiked up to her knees, and a mink wrap. A powerful battery-operated fan blew her long blond hair out in a mane behind her.

Passersby stopped and stared, fascinated by the scene as a makeup artist in a tank top and shorts climbed in and out of the fountain to keep the model's makeup perfect. By noon, the model still looked like she was having a fabulous time, as she laughed with the photographer and his two assistants between shots as well as on camera. Cars slowed as they drove by, and two American teenagers stopped and stared in amazement as they strolled by and recognized her.

"Oh my God, Mom! It's Candy!" the older of the two girls intoned with awe. They were on vacation in Paris from Chicago, but even Parisians recognized Candy easily. She was the most successful supermodel in America, and on the international scene, and had been since she was seventeen. Candy was twenty-one now, and had made a fortune modeling in New York, Paris, London, Milan, Tokyo, and a dozen other cities. The agency could barely handle the volume of her bookings. She was on the cover of Vogue at least twice a year, and was in constant demand. Candy was, without a doubt, the hottest model in the business, and a household name even to those who knew little about fashion.

Her full name was Candy Adams, but she never used her last name, just Candy. She didn't need more than that. Everybody knew her, her face, her name, her reputation as one of the world's leading models. She managed to make everything look like fun, whether she was running through snow barefoot in a bikini in the freezing cold in Switzerland, walking through the surf in an evening gown in the winter on Long Island, or wearing a full-length sable coat under a blazing sun in the Tuscan hills. Whatever she did, she looked as though she was having a ball doing it. Standing in the fountain in the Place de la Concorde in July was easy, despite the heat and the morning sun, in one of Paris's standard summer heat waves. The shoot was for another Vogue cover, for the October issue, and the photographer, Matt Harding, was one of the biggest in the business. They had worked together hundreds of times over the last four years, and he loved shooting with her.

Unlike other models as important as she was, Candy was always easy—good-natured, funny, irreverent, sweet, and surprisingly naive after the success she'd enjoyed since the beginning of her career. She was just a nice person, and an incredible beauty. She didn't have a single bad angle. Her face was virtually perfect for the camera, with no flaws, no defects. She had the delicacy of a cameo, with finely carved features, miles of naturally blond hair that she wore long most of the time, and blue eyes the color of sky and the size of saucers. Matt knew she liked to party hard and stay out late, and amazingly it never showed in her face the next day. She was one of the lucky few who could get away with playing and never have it show afterward. She wouldn't be able to get away with it forever, but for now she still could. If anything, she only got prettier with age, although at twenty-one, one could hardly expect her to be touched by the ravages of time, but some models started to show it even at her age. Candy didn't. And her natural sweetness still showed through just as it had the first day he'd met her, when she was seventeen and doing her first shoot for Vogue with him. He loved her. Everyone did. There wasn't a man or woman in the business who didn't love Candy.

She stood six foot one in bare feet, weighed a hundred and sixteen pounds on a heavy day, and he knew she never ate, but whatever the reason for her light weight, it looked great on her. Although she was thin in person, she always looked fabulous in the images he took of her. Just like Vogue, which adored her and had assigned him to work with her on this shoot, Candy was his favorite model.

They wrapped up the shoot at twelve-thirty, and she climbed out of the fountain as though she had only been in it for ten minutes, instead of four and a half hours. They were doing a second setup at the Arc de Triomphe that afternoon, and one that night at the Eiffel Tower, with the sparklers going off behind them. Candy never complained about difficult conditions or long hours, which was one of the reasons photographers loved working with her. That, and the fact that you couldn't get a bad photograph of her. Her face was the most forgiving on the planet, and the most desirable.

"Where do you want to go for lunch?" Matt asked her, as his assistants put away his cameras and tripod and locked up the film, while Candy slipped out of the white mink wrap and dried her legs with a towel. She was smiling, and looked as though she had enjoyed it thoroughly.

"I don't know. L'Avenue?" she suggested with a smile. She was easy. They had plenty of time. It would take his assistants roughly two hours to set up the shoot at the Arc de Triomphe. He had gone over all the details and angles with them the day before, and he didn't need to be there until they had the shot fully ready. That gave him and Candy a couple of hours for lunch. Many models and fashion gurus frequented L'Avenue, also Costes, the Buddha Bar, Man Ray, and an assortment of Paris haunts. He liked L'Avenue too, and it was close to where they were going to shoot that afternoon. He knew it didn't matter where they went, she wasn't likely to eat much anyway, just consume gallons of water, which was what all the models did. They flushed their systems constantly so they didn't gain an ounce. And with the two lettuce leaves Candy usually ate, she was hardly likely to put on weight. If anything, she got thinner every year. But she looked healthy, in spite of her enormous height, and ridiculously light weight. You could see all the bones in her shoulders, chest, and ribs. Just as she was more famous than most of her counterparts, she was also thinner than most. It worried Matt for her sometimes, although she just laughed when he accused her of having an eating disorder. Candy never responded to comments about her weight. Most major models flirted with or suffered from anorexia, or worse. It went with the territory. Humans didn't come in these sizes, not after the age of nine. Adult women, who ate even halfway normally, just weren't that thin.

They had a car and driver who took them to the restaurant on the Avenue Montaigne, and as usual at that hour and time of year, it was mobbed. The couture collections were being shown the following week, and designers, photographers, and models had already started to fly in. In addition, it was high tourist season in Paris. Americans loved the restaurant, but so did trendy Parisians. It was always a scene. One of the owners spotted Candy immediately, and showed them to a table on the glassed-in terrace, which they referred to as the "Veranda." It was where she liked to sit. She loved the fact that she could smoke in any restaurant in Paris. She wasn't a heavy smoker, but indulged occasionally, and she liked having the freedom to do it, without getting dark looks or ugly comments. Matt commented that she was one of the few women who made smoking look appealing. She did everything with grace, and could make tying her shoelaces look sexy. She simply had that kind of style.

Matt ordered a glass of white wine before lunch, and Candy asked for a large bottle of water. She had left the giant water bottle she usually toted around in the car. She ordered a salad for lunch, without dressing, Matt ordered steak tartare, and they settled back to relax, as people at tables around them stared at her. Everyone in the place had recognized her. She was wearing jeans and a tank top and flat silver sandals she had bought the year before in Portofino. She often had sandals made there, or in St. Tropez; she usually got there every summer. You could see her nipples through the thin white cotton tank top, which didn't bother her at all, nor the men who watched her. She was totally at ease in her own skin, and with who she was.

"Are you coming down to St. Tropez this weekend?" Matt asked, assuming she was. "There's a party on Valentino's yacht." He knew that Candy would have been one of the first to be asked, and she rarely turned down an invitation, and surely not this one. She usually stayed at the Byblos Hotel, with friends, or on someone's yacht. Candy always had a million options, and was in huge demand, as a celebrity, a woman, and a guest. Everyone wanted to be able to say she'd be there, so others would come. People used her as a lure, and proof of their social prowess. It was a hard burden to carry, and often crossed the line into exploitation, but she didn't seem to mind, and was used to it. She went where she wanted to, and where she thought she'd have the best time. But this time she surprised him. Despite her incredible looks, she was a woman of many facets, and not the mindless, superficial beauty some expected. Candy was not only gorgeous but decent, and very bright, even if still naive and young, despite her success. Matt liked that about her. There was nothing jaded about Candy, and she enjoyed it all, whatever she did.

"I can't go to St. Tropez," she said, picking at her lettuce. So far, he had seen her actually swallow two bites.

"Other plans?"

"Yeah," she said simply, smiling. "I have to go home. My parents give a Fourth of July party every year, and my mother would kill me if I didn't show up. It's a command performance for me and my sisters." Matt knew she was close to them. None of her sisters were models, and if he remembered correctly, she was the youngest. She talked about her family a lot and was very close to them.

"Aren't you doing the couture shows next week?" More often than not, she was Chanel's bride, and had been Saint Laurent's before they closed. She made a spectacular bride.

"Not this year. I'm taking two weeks off. I promised. Usually I go home for the party, and come back just in time for the shows. This year I figured I'd stay home for a couple of weeks and hang out. I haven't seen all my sisters in one place since Christmas. It's pretty hard with everyone away from home, mostly me. I've hardly been in New York since March, and my mom's been complaining, so I'm staying home for two weeks and then I have to go to Tokyo after that for a shoot for Japanese Vogue." It was where a lot of the models made big money, and Candy made more than most. The Japanese fashion magazines ate her up. They loved her blond looks and her height.

"My mom gets really pissed when I don't come home," she added, and he laughed. "What's so funny?"

"You. You're the hottest model in the business, and you're worried about your mom getting mad if you don't go home for the Fourth of July barbecue, or picnic, or whatever it is. That's what I love about you. You're really still a kid." She shrugged with an impish smile.

"I love my mom," she said honestly, "and my sisters. My mom gets really upset when we don't come home. Fourth of July, Thanksgiving, Christmas. I missed Thanksgiving once, and she gave me shit about it for a year. As far as she's concerned, family comes first. I think she's right. When I have kids, I want that too. This stuff is fun, but it doesn't last forever. Family does."

Candy still had all the same values she'd been brought up with, and believed in them profoundly, no matter how much she loved being a supermodel. But her family was even more important to her. Much more so than the men in her life, who thus far had been brief and fleeting, and from what Matt had observed were usually jerks, either young ones just trying to show off by being out with her, or older ones who often had a more sinister agenda. Like many other beautiful young women, she was a magnet to men who wanted to use her, usually by being seen with her, and enjoying the perks of her success. The most recent one had been a famous Italian playboy who was notorious for the beautiful women he went out with—for about two minutes. Before that, there had been a young British lord, who looked normal but had suggested whips and bondage, and Candy found out later he was bisexual and deep into drugs. Candy had been startled, and ran like hell, although it was not the first time she'd had that kind of offer. In the last four years, she'd heard it all. Most of her relationships had been short-lived. She didn't have the time or the desire to settle down, and the kind of men she met were not the kind she wanted to stay with. She always said that she'd never been in love, although she had been out with a lot of men, but none of them worthwhile, since the boy she'd been involved with in high school. He was still in college now, and they had lost touch.

Candy had never gone to college. Her first big modeling break had happened in her senior year in high school, and she had promised her parents she'd go back to school later. She wanted to take advantage of the opportunities she had, while she had them. She put aside a ton of money, although she'd spent plenty on a penthouse apartment in New York, and a lot of great clothes and fancy pastimes. College was becoming an ever more unlikely plan. She just couldn't see the point. Besides, as she always pointed out to her parents, she wasn't nearly as smart as her sisters, or so she claimed. Her parents and sisters denied it, and still thought she should go to college when her life slowed down, if it ever did. But for now, she was still going at full speed, and loving every minute of it. She was on the fast track, fully enjoying the fruits of her enormous success.

“I can’t believe you’re going home for a Fourth of July picnic, or whatever the hell it is. Can I talk you out of it?” Matt asked hopefully. He had a girlfriend, but she wasn’t in France, and he and Candy had always been good friends. He enjoyed her company, and it would be much more amusing having her in St. Tropez for the weekend.

“Nope,” she answered, obviously unswayable. “My mom would be heartbroken. I can’t do that to her. And my sisters would be really pissed. They’re all coming home too.”

“Yeah, but that’s different. I’m sure they don’t have choices like parties on Valentino’ s yacht.”

“No, but they have stuff to do too. We all go home for the Fourth of July, no matter what.”

“How patriotic,” he said cynically, teasing her, as people continued to walk past their table and stare. You could see Candy’s breasts through her paper-thin white tank top, which was a man’s undershirt, a “wife beater” as they called it in the business. She wore them a lot, and didn’t need a bra. She had had her breasts enlarged three years before, and they contrasted sharply with her rail-thin body. The new ones weren’t huge, but they were spectacular looking and had been done well. They were still soft to the touch, unlike most breast implants, particularly those that cost less. She had had hers done at the best plastic surgeon in New York, much to her mother and sisters’ horror. But she explained that she needed to do it for her work. None of her sisters or her mother would have considered doing such a thing, and two of them didn’t need to. And her mother still had a great figure and was beautiful at fifty-seven.

All the women in the family were knockouts, although their looks were very different from each other. Candy looked nothing like the other women in her family. She was by far the tallest, and she had her father’s looks and height. He was a very good-looking man, had played football at Yale, was six foot four, and he had blond hair like hers when he was young. Jim Adams was turning sixty in December. Neither one of her parents looked their age. They were still a striking couple. Like Candy’s sister Tammy, her mother was a redhead. Her sister Annie’s hair was chestnut brown with coppery auburn highlights, and her sister Sabrina’s hair was almost jet black. They had one of every color, their father liked to tease them. And in their youth, they had looked like the old Breck ads, eastern, patrician, distinguished, and handsome. The four girls had been beautiful as children, and often caused comment, and still did when they went out together, even with their mother. Because of her height, weight, fame, and profession, Candy always got the most attention, but the others were lovely too.

They finished lunch at L’Avenue. Matt ate a pink macaron with raspberry sauce on it, while Candy grimaced and said it was too sweet, and drank a cup of black café filter, allowing herself one tiny square of chocolate as a treat, which was rare. The driver took them to the Arc de Triomphe after lunch. They had a trailer for her there, parked on the Avenue Foch, behind the Arc de Triomphe, and after a short time she emerged in a startlingly beautiful red evening gown, trailing a sable wrap behind her. She looked absolutely breathtaking, as two policemen helped her cross through the traffic to where Matt and his crew were waiting for her under the huge French flag flying from the Arc de Triomphe. Matt beamed as he saw her coming. Candy was truly the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, and possibly in the world.

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Sisters 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 204 reviews.
julz0170JH More than 1 year ago
I am glad that I decided to read this book even though the reviews were not so good. I loved it and could not put it down. I laughed and cried as I read it. It was a real page turner for me and I could not figure out why so many people did not like it. I guess we each have different tastes. This book really touched my heart. It is the second Danielle Steel book that I have read and can't wait to read more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am a Danielle Steel lover from way back and I found this book and grabbed it. I thought it was a great family story of love, tragedy and family devotion.
TEXASBOOKREADER More than 1 year ago
Another great book by a great author!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is my first Danielle Steel novel and I found it to be very realistic and relatable. The story is easy to follow without being cheesey. I'm excited to read more of her work!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I was touched by the characters' tragedies in this book. The artist character was particularly interesting and my heart went out deeply to her. This is a story that people in deepest heartache can relate to and find inspiration from. Those criticizing the book for lack of action and plot are too harsh and wrong. They don't understand that this book fulfills what it is about, emotions, and brings light after tragedy, which is of higher value. It is a challenge to keep a heartwarming story modern and moving, and she does this well. I read Danielle Steel when I need a break from writing, and I learn a lot from her. Her books are always well worth the time spent.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book starts out kinda slow and hard to get in to but keep reading it turns out to be an amazing book! it filled me with so much inspiration. it teaches you about the love of family and how they are there no matter what. also teaches you that even though you are disabled not to give up to keep living your life. as normal as you can.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read all of her books and this has to be at the top of the list of her best. Loved it!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have 5 sisters so made for an interesting read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have never read a Danielle Steel book before. What prompted me to pick this up, was the fact that I myself am one of 4 sisters, and the title intrigued me. Although the story line was a bit repetitive, I give it the rating i did due to the strong message in this book of Sister Bonding. I can honestly say that being one of 4 sisters in real life, the camaraderie, closeness, sacrifices, love etc Sabrina, Tammy, Annie and Candy is real when it comes down to it!. You would have to have experienced these type of relationships in real life to understand, just as i am today.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Kind of slow. It would have made a more interesting turn if they had sued the trucking company that caused the accident for reckless endangerment. Sabrina and Tammy tend to be self-sacrificing and Candy is an airhead. I don't like that Sabrina refuses to consider marriage even though she loves her boyfriend. Not a good message for younger readers. All in all slow but OK
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a wonderful book... I felt like I was right there with the sisters. It was great.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Anyone who has grown up with a sib (or two or more) and has had the good fortune to have a mom who provided the glue that kept the family close will absolutely love this book. Sisters is the story of four adult sibs who have drifted apart due to jobs and geography who must reestablish their childhood closeness after a tragedy rocks their world. Ms. Steele beautifully conveys the emotions and feeling of lose surrounding the death a parent. I found her insights into the resulting change created within the family dynamic afterward were easy to relate to. In spite of all the darkness, this is a story of being tested by fire and coming through stronger. When life altering events occur, they must be viewed as changes, not endings, and this story affirms that viewpoint. I could not put this one down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read any books, hundredsmaybe. Bur I must say this has been my favorite if all time. I just wanted the book to continue forever. It sucks you up into theirs lives. It is an amazing story of the wonders of family.
Guest More than 1 year ago
Yes, after a while, Danielle's books seem to be similar, but this one was quite good. Having 3 sisters myself, I could certainly relate to some of the tales. It's pretty much a nice heart-warming story that leaves you wanting more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have read most of danielle steel books and this was the 'best' she has written. Can she top this for me!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
Loved the idea of this book and couldn't put it down. I found the story ended all of a sudden with alot of loose ends. Maybe cause I didn't want it to end. Easy read and good Mothers Day gift.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is the best Danielle Steel since 'Echoes.' The story was extremely interesting, heartbreaking and fast-paced. Pick up this book -- you shouldn't be disappointed.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is one of those books that the closer you get to the end, the more you want it to continue. We are so wrapped up in the lives of these four sisters that I would love to continue for the next 20 years! The one thing that has been driving me NUTS for the past 5 or so books is the constant repetitious phrases, sometimes on the same page even. It makes me insane!!!! I'm not sure if her editor is slipping or if DS is getting old. BTW ... I named my daughter Danielle because of this author. I have all of her books (in hard cover of course lol)and anxiously wait for new ones. There was a period that all her books were the same, then she came out with the Klone & I and it was a delightful change. Since then, they've become interesting again (sans the repetitions). Back to the review.... great, believable characters!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have never read a book by her and I loved every minute of it. I bought the book on a Monday and finished it on Tuesday Night. I laughed and I cried. I would definitely recommend this book:)
Guest More than 1 year ago
I have 3 sisters and wondered what twists this book would have. I was TOTALLY surprised by some turn of events. Please don't tell other readers what happens so they can be surprised also.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The Adams sisters are the main focus of this latest Steele novel. They move into a brownstone in NYC after a tragedy and while their lives seems almost perfect, there's trouble underneath. I liked the plot of this novel better than most other books of hers, and the writing was better paced, but I didn't feel as much a connection with the sisters as I thought I would.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I didn't think I'd ever give 5 stars to another Danielle Steel book. But, here it is. What a nice surprise to really enjoy this book. It has the usual death, love and heartaches we have become used to in DS's books but it also melds so great. I have to say, I really relaxed reading this book. A nice change from the mystery thrillers I always read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was awesome it shows you so much about how things can change so quickly. I wouldn't put the book down until I was done I read it the whole day. It is definitely a must read.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book was awesome it shows you so much about how things can change so quickly. I wouldn't put the book done I read it the whole day. It is definitely a must read.
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