I see your Danielle Steele and raise you Sydney Sheldon. I think that I read most of his books in those in-between years that Alice mentioned. I just read the plot summary of one of them, The Other Side of Midnight, and I don’t remember a single bit of it.
I’m middle-aged now, and you couldn’t pay me to read her stuff. But I did read it before 1992, as a pre-teen, before I developed taste. I can usually tell who I’m going to get along well with by the books people read, and if someone reads DS, there’s a good chance we won’t hit it off.
Interesting. Among the Danielle Steel fans I’ve met, they all started reading her in the 80s or the 90s. She’s not getting any new fans, but I was always under the impression that her old fans were lifelong fans.
To me, Steel has always been one of those ultra-best-selling novelists whose work is the literary equivalent of neon pink grocery store cake. James Patterson also fits into that category (although I’m willing to give Steel the benefit of the doubt and say she actually bothers to write her own books). But on the whole, reading anything at all is much better than not reading, and I think that Steel’s books are gateways for better ones for most of her audience, so there’s that.
I knew right after I posted that that someone would come along to be offended for the poorly read. It’s really not a judgement, it’s more of a knowledge that we wouldn’t have much in common. I really don’t give two fucks what someone else reads, I just know that I personally get along better with people that I have more things in common with than less. Okay?
My grandma has most of Danielle’s books because she and Danielle are acquainted through Danielle’s fourth husband (I think- whichever one was named Tom). I have no idea if she’s read all of them or if Danielle continues to send them. My mom and I have zero interest in them.