My son got me this book for Valentine’s Day while shopping for me at Rite Aid with his Grandma.  He also got me my favorite Easter candy and a Coke.  Being that he is five, I’m not going to fault him for his horrid taste in paperbacks, nor was I funny about being brought Easter prizes in February.  It is, as they say, the thought that counts.

That said, this book was rubbish.

I don’t even want to give a serious review, because, hi.  It’s a Danielle Steel novel.  She uses small words and instead of using a bit of ingenuity, says the exact same things.  Over.  And over.  Then again.

This is one of those books that made me feel a little less intelligent for having read it.  I’m a little embarrassed to even be logging it.  But.  A GIFT.  And I did in fact read it, so there we have it.  Danielle Steel.  Yay.