Easy to read but not as good as some of Danielle Steel's other books.
In a vivid novel of breathtaking scope Danielle Steel has once again surpassed herself in creating an unforgettable tale of men and women caught in the tides of personal drama and historic event. Wanderlust is D.S. finest journey
Romance fans can expect to pick their way blindfolded along the familiar, rocky path to love in Steel's 18th novel, which begins in the 1930s. Audrey Driscoll often thinks that she might like to journey to exotic lands, but dutifully remains in San Francisco, keeping her wealthy grandfather's household running smoothly. But when her spoiled younger sister marries, Audrey indulges her whim by setting off for Europe. In Antibes, she falls hard for Charlie Parker-Scott, a well-known travel writer. Though torn by responsibility for her lonely grandfather, she throws caution to the winds and follows Charlie all the way to China. Despite his loving entreaties, she stubbornly remains there, trying to save a group of abandoned orphans. Finally returning to England, she finds that Charlie has married, angered by her defection. The lovers are later reunited only to be separated by World War II, until Audrey finds a way to combine their talents for the war effort. The book is largely unsatisfying, especially in its repetitious language. It seems that Steel has lost the spark that fueled Changes and Crossings.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY REVIEW
not really my kind of book but it was alright
Very good story, but long
At 21 Annabelle Driscoll was the acknowledged beauty, but it was her sister Audrey-four years older-who had the spine and spirit. She had talent-a lot of talent-as a photographer; she had the restless urge of a born wanderer.
Ineviatably it was Annabelle who was the first to marry, leaving Audrey to wonder if life were passing her by. Sometimes she would dream of a man like her father, someone with adventure in his soul and exotic places in his heart.
The men she met in California were dull, worldly. Even in New York, they failed to spark her. Only when she took ship for Europe aboard the 'Mauretania' did she begin to mingle with her own kind. Only when she boarded the 'Orient Express' did she realise she was beginning a journey that would take her farther than she had ever dreamed possible...Deep into China, Tibet, the magic of the Orient and later North Africa and Europe. Her life was never to be the same again.
