Sarah is a successful 38-year-old tax attorney in contemporary San Francisco. She has a good job, a good, supportive family, and a crappy weekends-only relationship with a self-centered jerk of a boyfriend. With a convenient inheritance she purchases a 30,000 square foot mansion previously owned by her great-grandparents, and the house becomes her new relationship. With the house comes an architect -- sexy, witty, sincere and, eventually, single -- and Sarah begins a new life with passion, for her new house, her new love, and her newfound ties to her ancestral home.
I obtained this book as a “strip” from my bookstore. It was free. No currency was exchanged. But I’m missing the best part of this book, which is the cover.
A lady named Danielle Steel told me this story -- I did not experience it; It was told to me. Apparently the show-don’t-tell philosophy does not apply to this genre. Not only was I told this story, it was told to me as if I were a 4-year-old with ADD, or an amnesia patient, someone who could not remember from one paragraph to the next just what a scuzz she was dating or how long it had been going on (4 years). I know that Sarah’s not the kind of girl to jump in the sack with someone when she’s dating someone else, but a little kissing is OK. I know what color dress she wore to her mother’s wedding, her grandmother’s wedding, and, oh yeah, her wedding, too. I learned a girl can say she never wants to marry, but that only means she hasn’t found the right man. I learned a girl can say she never wants children, but she’ll change her mind once she’s holding that burbling bundle of joy. I learned that exactly no part of this story exacted any amount of stress on my part -- the “problem” is clearly defined and analyzed and rehashed and re-defined, and no other problems will develop along the way, just get this one solved and we’re home free. There’s nothing but up and up for the last forever pages; Everything is going to be OK. There was one story strand that might have been stressful -- Great-grandma left her husband and two children for another man with no explanation. But we didn’t dwell too much on that, and after all, she followed her heart, and Grandma turned out to be kind and well-adjusted anyway.
I asked my romance-reading friend why she enjoyed reading the genre, and she said it was because it required nothing of her, she didn’t have to learn anything, it just kept her engaged enough while allowing her not to do something else, like housework. I recommended this book to her. She said she gave up on Steel somewhere around 2005 when she realized the only difference in her books were the names of the characters and locations. So what do I make of people that claim with pride they have read “every one of her books”? And if you don’t want to learn anything, does it matter if the basic story stays the same? And how does Steel account for her own work? She’s made a fortune because her books are predictable, stress-free, easy. She’s got intrapersonal skills in the bag, but her linguistic skills, even after all that writing -- this is her 66th book!-- are just laughable, ridiculous. Here’s my favorite passage, second to the Helen Keller simile on the previous page:
“She had fallen in love with the Ray Charles of relationships. The music was wonderful, and romantic at times, he just couldn’t see a thing. Not about her point of view, at least’ (p. 71).
No, I don’t forsee myself picking up another Steel, but I must admit I am fascinated by her own bio. She’s had and divorced five husbands, two of which were ex-cons (a heroin addict and a convicted rapist), one she actually met in prison while she was conducting an interview, presumably for a book. She’s had seven biological children and two step-kids. Her most recent marriage was to a Silicon Valley financier -- the more money she makes, the wealthier her husbands. I mean, before the divorce. In fact, after reading her Wikipedia entry I realized most of this book come from her own life -- mansion in San Fran, a mother who leaves her children (Steel’s mother divorced and left her), marriage, babies...From others’ comments, it appears Steel has written her autobiography 86 times, and every one a bestseller. Somehow she transforms the trainwreck of real life into bite-size, solvable problems that always get fixed.
A note on genre: The readers' advisory resource, Genreflecting, does not specifically recognize Steel as a romance author, and seems more inclined to list her as "women's fiction," a much slipperier category. But I would argue that Steel began her career when the romance genre was a very different animal -- monopolized by Harlequin and typified by the "bodice ripper," which Steel is clearly not. But the genre has since evolved, and Steel's formula follows the tropes of the contemporary "sweet"romance, where fans of Steel will find many comparable reads within this modern genre. Though her books concern themselves with female lives, careers, and concerns, the most central theme is a relationship, and that, to me, makes it romance.