Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…

Watching…

Listening to…

Reading…

Reading…

Manolo says, after reading the news about Danielle Steel’s spectacular shoe collection, the Manolo picked up the copy of Passion’s Promise to see what it was in her writing that was pushing many ladies of the Manolo’s acquaintance into the frenzy of reading.

On the one of the hands, there is the sort of propulsive force that drives one through the Danielle Steel novels, with one soap-opera-ish disaster after the next befalling her high-born characters. On the other of the hands, it is not the best written thing in the world. Indeed, the major problem is that Danielle Steel leaves no potential detail unmentioned, spending paragraphs on descriptions of things that are of minor concern. There is nothing for your mind to do when reading such things, which is perhaps the point.

By thirty pages into the book, the Manolo felt as if he were swimming in molasses.

And when he was 60 pages through, he put the book down and picked up Charles Bukowski, as the palate cleanser.

He has not returned yet to Passions Promise…perhaps someday, he will go back…