The House on Hope Street
Danielle Steel, 2000
★ 3.93 from 11.2k ratings on Goodreads
A married law team fights a wealthy husband's hidden assets for a frightened client, while their own home life quietly sets the stakes. A warm, domestic legal drama that moves steadily, with tender attention to family strain and grief.
Feels like tenderness, wonder and grief. About war, home and memory.
Who it’s for
You may like it if you enjoy family-centered stories where courtroom work and home life press on each other. Some readers found the storytelling repetitive and predictable, and the romance too fast.
Why read it
It offers a steady look at how work, marriage, and grief overlap, and why small acts of care at home can matter as much as a courtroom win.
A page from the book
The slow poison of silence in a family.
Jack continued to explain his strategy to Amanda for the next half hour, and at eleven that morning they walked into the courtroom for the hearing. Phillip Parker and his attorney were there when they arrived, and he glanced up with a seeming lack of interest at Amanda. But a minute later, when he thought no one was looking, Liz saw a look pass between them which spoke volumes and sent shivers down her spine. Phillip Parker’s whole demeanor was designed to remind Amanda who was in control. Just the way he glanced at her was both frightening and demeaning, and then as though to confuse her, he smiled at her warmly. It was all cleverly done, and the clear message he put out to her seemed to vanish in an instant, but not without its desired effect on Amanda. What readers say
Readers were often moved by the grief, family strain, and hope, and some found warmth and inspiration. Others were frustrated by repetitive, predictable storytelling and a romance that felt too fast.
Danielle Steel.Danielle Steel has long written her novels on a manual typewriter, an unlikely method for one of the world's most prolific bestselling authors.
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Questions readers ask
- Is The House on Hope Street for me?
- You may like it if you enjoy family-centered stories where courtroom work and home life press on each other. Some readers found the storytelling repetitive and predictable, and the romance too fast.
- What is The House on Hope Street like?
- A warm, domestic legal drama that moves steadily, with tender attention to family strain and grief. Feels like tenderness, wonder and grief. About war, home and memory.
- What should I read after The House on Hope Street?
- If you liked The House on Hope Street, try An American Marriage (Tayari Jones), Artemis (Andy Weir) and The Sweetest Oblivion (Danielle Lori).
A taste of the feed
What it costs to walk back into a house love has left.
Sometimes it’s exhausting for me to simply walk into the house. I try and calm myself, remember that I’ve lived alone before. Sleeping by myself didn’t kill me then and will not kill me now. But this what loss has taught me of love. Our house isn’t simply empty, our home has been emptied. Love makes a place in your life, it makes a place for itself in your bed. Invisibly, it makes a place in your body, rerouting all your blood vessels, throbbing right alongside your heart. When it’s gone, nothing is whole again.
An American Marriage · Tayari Jones
The number you must not look at while your air runs out.
I switched to long, even hops. It felt like slow motion, but it was the best way to move with all that weight. My helmet’s heads-up display said the airlock was fifty-two meters away. I glanced at my arm readouts. My oxygen reserve plummeted while I watched. So I stopped watching.
Artemis · Andy Weir
The small violence of being told to smile.
I hated when someone told me to smile, as if a smile of mine belonged to them and not to me.
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