Monday, February 8, 2010

Who's Your Daddy?

Sometimes I reckon books are better than friends. They've never gone out to a nightclub and left their phone behind when you're feeling crap and want some cheering up. They never plagiarize your top secret unpublished novel (yes, it happened to me; never trust a woman who makes aprons in her downtime), and when you're sick of one, you can move onto another without feeling guilty.

That's what I did last night. I'd been wading through an impenetrable biography of Jean Cocteau - two pages a night, then's all over. So I picked up a 1989 copy of Danielle Steel's Daddy I once bought as a prop for a shoot and hey presto - wide awake! Couldn't put it down. Danielle Steel rocks. Vivienne Westwood knows it; that wild fuchsia opera coat knows it...hands up who wants to join my Danielle Steel book club?
Cocteau fans need not apply.

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