I'm going to read a Danielle Steel novel.
Pray for me. Maybe I'll soon be back to report that someone's loins are being struck with the hammer of desire. Here's hoping.
The book I just finished caused me to invoke my rare "Do not read after dark" rule: The Haunting of Hill House by (I almost wrote "Danielle Steel") Shirley Jackson. Brilliant if weird, and very very spooky without actually showing any ghosts. But we all know it's what you can't see that's scary. And, in the end, it was actually more interesting than frightening, so a well-done story overall.