‘Nothing Lasts Forever’ was the first book I read that was written by him. I loved it and it drew me in enough to make me want to read more of his work. Slowly but surely I devoured every book that had been written by him, most of them bestsellers. And once I was done, I could do nothing else but wait in impatience for the next one to be published. As soon I could get my hands on it, I would. When I was in the 11th and 12th, the librarian at my school knew how much of a fan I was. So much so that she would, of course, be the first to read a book when it first came into the library, then she’d give it to the English teacher (who was one of her closest friends) and then she’d give his newest novel to me, before making it available to the other students. I loved being the first among the students to read it. Each book was eagerly anticipated by me…even after I had acknowleged that the stories were becoming a little too predictable (this was after ‘Tell Me Your Dreams’…or maybe the two that followed couldn’t top the rest…). It’s difficult to believe and come to terms with the fact that there will be no more novels churned out by him, no more the thrill of buying the latest bestseller by Sidney Sheldon and spending a luxurious couple of hours thoroughly immersed in the world created by his words, no more the disappointment of reading it cover to cover in a few hours and wishing it had taken me longer. On the 30th of January, 2007 the world lost a wildly popular writer, a bestselling author, a master story-teller. He almost committed suicide at the age of 17…Good thing he was talked out of it. His father gently made him realize "Every day is a different page…You’ll never know what’s next until you turn the page."* How true.
*From his memoir, ‘The Other Side Of Me’.