Sidney Sheldon, As a Storyteller. - Mary Sheldon
My father was a storyteller- and that is the first memory I have of him. It's a composite memory, made up of many, many bedtimes. Where most kids struggle and fume as the hour turns to eight, I would cheer bedtime's arrival. My nightgown would be hastily donned, my teeth would be scrappily brushed, Mama would be kissed goodnight, and then there would be the leap into bed, waiting for...here he was at last...Papa. He would come over to the bed, sit beside me in the darkness, take my hand, and pause a moment. "Now, where did we get to last time?.." Then the stories would begin.
Calm and strong. These are two other things that my father was. By rights, he shouldn't have had either of those qualities- he was by nature very emotional and very sensitive; he rarely slept and he suffered from bi-polar disorder. But seeing him, talking to him, you would never have guessed that there was any angst in him at all. He was a fountain of enthusiasm and ebullience and positive thought. When you asked him how he was, his inevitable response was a warm and heartfelt, "I'm Wonderful." Even in the last year, when he was patently not wonderful, the most he would ever admit to was a cheerful, "I'm Fine."
Mary Sheldon, Sidney Sheldon's Daughter
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The Doomsday Conspiracy
Bloodline
Windmills of the Gods
Tell Me Your Dreams
The Best Laid Plans
Memories of Midnight
The Other Side of Midnight
Master of the Game
The Sky Is Falling
Nothing Lasts Forever
The Stars Shine Down
Morning, Noon & Night
The Sands of Time
A Stranger in the Mirror
The Naked Face
If Tomorrow Comes
J V Godwin
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