I love the novels of Sidney Sheldon. I used to read a lot of them and have a collection of of his books, but I give it to a friend prior to my moving here. A master storyteller, Sidney Sheldon (February 11, 1917 – January 30, 2007) garnered international praise and recognition the world over. The winner of an Oscar, a Tony, and an Edgar Allan Poe Award, Sheldon has over 200 television scripts, twenty-five major motion pictures, six Broadway plays, eighteen novels (which have sold over 300 million copies) and one memoir to his credit, ranking him as one of the world's most prolific writers. Sidney Sheldon passed away on January 30, 2007. To find out about his entire life, scan the Sidney Sheldon Timeline.
He struggled with bipolar disorder for years; he contemplated suicide at 17 (talked out of it by his father, who discovered him), as detailed in his autobiography published in 2005.
"I try to write my books so the reader can't put them down," he explained in a 1982 interview. "I try to construct them so when the reader gets to the end of a chapter, he or she has to read just one more chapter. It's the technique of the old Saturday afternoon serial: leave the guy hanging on the edge of the cliff at the end of the chapter."