Sydney Sheldon, emotionally retarded and mentally challenged creator of "Gilligan's Island" and "I Dream of Jeannie", writes. It's grammatically correct writing, but this is the only compliment I can give it.

Sydney writes in a flat, unentertaining way... as though he expects his readers to be struggling with English, like an 8 year old forced to read this at school. If you want startlingly well-written prose, read Shakespeare, Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, Dirk Gently series, "Last Chance to See"), or Mark Twain (Letters from the Earth, Tom Sawyer, et cetera).

Sydney's characters are as flat, unlikeable and unbelievable as a 4 year old's superhero comic book, used as toilet paper and then unfolded to be read again. Imagine that twin daughters are *polite coughing* evil and good, in the extreme...yet their family is completely unaware of this, for decades. Imagine a wealthy playboy who goes around raping, beating, and sodomizing wealthy women... but goes unjailed, unnoticed, and undisciplined.  Having difficulty imagining this? Blame Sydney, who thinks you've got the intelligence of the average preschooler.

Sydney's plots are as unbelievable as a 1950s cigarette ad claiming "not a cough in a carload". In this particular book (small spoiler alert), imagine how you'd feel after reading near the beginning that a white man and a black man in 1800s South Africa could be fairly good friends, without a hint of racism. Now break with reality again, and imagine that two people without tools could pick up enough diamonds on a beach (yep...diamons, lying around on a beach?!) in a few hours could collect enough wealth to compete against--and topple-- a millionaire who has 40 guys searching that SAME beach every day, all day, for years.

Notice that above and below this book review are 11 pages of shills and clacquers, using !!!exclamation points!!!, CAPITAL LETTERS, catchy lines line "Sheldon is the master of the game", and all giving this crappity book 10/10 stars. Clearly, Amazon has not done enough to keep out the marketing weenies who are posing as real, unbiased readers as they try to sell this steaming heap of rotting firewood to an unsuspecting audience.

BE WARNED: this book is junk. Total, boring, unbelievable, twisted, shallow junk. You will regret any time spent with it, unless it's bought at a garage sale and used to prop up a wobbly table.
Sydney Sheldon, emotionally retarded and mentally challenged creator of "Gilligan's Island" and "I Dream of Jeannie", writes. It's grammatically correct writing, but this is the only compliment I can give it. Sydney writes in a flat, unentertaining way... as though he expects his readers to be struggling with English, like an 8 year old forced to read this at school. If you want startlingly well-written prose, read Shakespeare, Douglas Adams (Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy series, Dirk Gently series, "Last Chance to See"), or Mark Twain (Letters from the Earth, Tom Sawyer, et cetera). Sydney's characters are as flat, unlikeable and unbelievable as a 4 year old's superhero comic book, used as toilet paper and then unfolded to be read again. Imagine that twin daughters are *polite coughing* evil and good, in the extreme... yet their family is completely unaware of this, for decades. Imagine a wealthy playboy who goes around raping, beating, and sodomizing wealthy women... but goes unjailed, unnoticed, and undisciplined. Having difficulty imagining this? Blame Sydney, who thinks you've got the intelligence of the average preschooler. Sydney's plots are as unbelievable as a 1950s cigarette ad claiming "not a cough in a carload". In this particular book (small spoiler alert), imagine how you'd feel after reading near the beginning that a white man and a black man in 1800s South Africa could be fairly good friends, without a hint of racism. Now break with reality again, and imagine that two people without tools could pick up enough diamonds on a beach (yep... diamons, lying around on a beach?! ) in a few hours could collect enough wealth to compete against--and topple-- a millionaire who has 40 guys searching that SAME beach every day, all day, for years. Notice that above and below this book review are 11 pages of shills and clacquers, using!!! exclamation points!!! , CAPITAL LETTERS, catchy lines line "Sheldon is the master of the game", and all giving this crappity book 10/10 stars. Clearly, Amazon has not done enough to keep out the marketing weenies who are posing as real, unbiased readers as they try to sell this steaming heap of rotting firewood to an unsuspecting audience. BE WARNED: this book is junk. Total, boring, unbelievable, twisted, shallow junk. You will regret any time spent with it, unless it's bought at a garage sale and used to prop up a wobbly table.