Book Review: Happiness by Danielle Steel
There are some books you read, and then there are some books that quietly sit with you long after you’ve turned the last page. Happiness by Danielle Steel belongs to the latter. It doesn’t rush you, it doesn’t overwhelm you—it simply unfolds, gently, honestly, and at times, painfully. At first glance, the novel feels like a loss story. Sabrina Brooks, successful, composed, and seemingly fulfilled, loses everything in a single, devastating moment. The sudden death of her husband and children is not just an event in the story—it becomes a lingering silence through every chapter. What struck me most here is how Steel doesn’t dramatise grief; she lets it breathe. Sabrina’s inability to return to her career, her quiet withdrawal from the world—these don’t feel exaggerated, they feel human. But the story doesn’t stay there. As Sabrina moves from New York to California, the narrative begins to shift—almost imperceptibly. This isn’t just a change in setting; it feels like watching...