Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game *NOT READ*

Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game by Tilly Bagshawe *NOT READ*

This is "why I didn't pick this one" rather of a review of the book after reading. I had written this in my personal blog and thought it was worthy transferring here. 

I was perusing my list and was thinking maybe Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game by Tilly Bagshawe. Apparently she was a fan of Sidney Sheldon's and decided to write sequels of his books. Supposedly she was chosen by his estate to continue writing novels in his style after his death. Well, according to some reviews, she has missed the mark BIG TIME.

Reviews from G👀dreads. Copy and paste for their entertainment value:

I did not expect the pile of utter and complete rubbish that this book was. And calling it rubbish is the most polite thing I can truly say about this.

First of all, what the hell is WRONG with you, Ms Bagshawe, that you've got incest every ten pages?

Sidney Sheldon is ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE and wanting to spit lightning at you for what you did to his original story. If Kate Blackwell could come out of the pages and beat the holy shit out of you with these pages, she would.

Kate Blackwell was the family matriarch in Master of the Game.

Spits Lightening! ☄☇

This one was off the charts funny😄: 

When I was in high school, perhaps freshman year, I read Sidney Sheldon's Master of the Game and I loved it! The plot twists and turns, the adventure! The betrayal, heartbreak, and of course, brilliantly executed revenge.

So imagine my delight twenty years later when I see Sidney Sheldon's Mistress of the Game on my Grandmother's coffee table. Only it wasn't written by Sheldon. It was done by a woman who had read Sidney as a teen and loved him. One of her favorites was Master of the Game, and years later, she decided, "I'll write a sequel to it!"

I was skeptical, but my granny sent the book home with me, stating, "I thought it was great, darlin'."

Not only was I mindlessly entertained, I was totally embarrassed.

Now, I'm no prude, but knowing that my sweet, 81-year old granny read this book made me blush! Really, Grandma is close to a saint. She doesn't say anything bad about anyone, ever. The only curse word I hear her say is shit. When the great-grandkids are around, "shit" becomes "sugar jets". Every time she receives gifts (birthdays mother's day, Christmas) she says without fail, "I made out like a bandit!" Whenever someone has faced a rough or horrible situation, it's always, "Bless his heart." [true story: once when discussing Elvis, she said, "Died on the shitter, bless his heart."]

I'm mortified that my sweet Grandma read this!

My GRANDMOTHER read this graphic scene of a woman getting herself off!?!?! To thoughts of her cousin, no less! (Sugar jets!)

My GRANDMOTHER read about Lexi Templeton's wild college days, experimenting with threesomes, bisexuality and sex toys?????? (She made out like a bandit!)

My GRANDMOTHER read the scene about S&M!??! Hard, rough sex??? Cousins having rough sex!?!?!? (Bless her heart!)

I'm not sure if I want to think it's cool that Grandma read this, or if I'll just think she's illiterate and faking it.

Sydney Sheldon is my all time favorite. I've mentioned previously that I blame him that I can always figure out who-done-it because I feel like he taught me how to read between the lines to pick up the clues. Therefore I'm going to take this one off my TBR list so I'm not as angry as those two reviewers and many others with the same level of disappointment. 

That being said, if I'm craving Sydney Sheldon I can always listen to some of HIS books on audio. It's been a long time since I read them so it might be interesting to listen to them.