It's a sad day for the literary world.  Sidney Sheldon has passed. I love Sidney and I'm not ashamed to admit it! The drama, the intrigue, the adventure...Sidney knew how to write a story. One that would keep you coming back for more...even when you knew you shouldn't.

Critics may not have recognized his talent and genius, but luckily he didn't write for critical acclaim...he wrote for the pure joy of putting that story on paper for his fans to enjoy.  And enjoy we have. I have adored his books since the first one I read as a teenager. I remember doing just what he wanted--I read that book with fervor, not putting it down unless I absolutely had to. Many a night I did just what I see my own child doing--reading under the covers with the flashlight, promising that I would read "just one more page".

You were a helluva writer, Mr. Sheldon! Rest well.