Genre Fiction
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The High Notes: A Novel
NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • In this heartfelt novel from #1 New York Times bestselling author Danielle Steel, a young woman with an unforgettable voice fights for the freedom to pursue her dreams.
Iris Cooper has been singing ever since she can remember, hitting the high notes like no one else. When she is twelve, her father convinces the owner of a bar in Lake City, Texas, to let her perform, and she stuns the audience. In the ensuing years, never staying anywhere for long, father and daughter move from one dusty town to the next, her passion for music growing every time she takes the mike in another roadhouse.
But it is not an easy life for Iris with her father in charge and using her income to pay for gambling, women, and booze. When she starts to tour at age eighteen, she takes on a real manager. Yet he exploits her too, and the singers and musicians she tours with are really the only family she has. It is they who give Iris the courage to finally fly free, leave the tour, and follow her dreams.
After years of enduring the hardships of the road, exploitation, and abuse to do what she loves, Iris's big chance comes as her talent soars. But at the top at last, Iris still has to fight every step of the way. In The High Notes, Danielle Steel delivers an inspiring story about finding the strength to stand up for yourself and your dreams, no matter what it takes.
Iris Cooper has been singing ever since she can remember, hitting the high notes like no one else. When she is twelve, her father convinces the owner of a bar in Lake City, Texas, to let her perform, and she stuns the audience. In the ensuing years, never staying anywhere for long, father and daughter move from one dusty town to the next, her passion for music growing every time she takes the mike in another roadhouse.
But it is not an easy life for Iris with her father in charge and using her income to pay for gambling, women, and booze. When she starts to tour at age eighteen, she takes on a real manager. Yet he exploits her too, and the singers and musicians she tours with are really the only family she has. It is they who give Iris the courage to finally fly free, leave the tour, and follow her dreams.
After years of enduring the hardships of the road, exploitation, and abuse to do what she loves, Iris's big chance comes as her talent soars. But at the top at last, Iris still has to fight every step of the way. In The High Notes, Danielle Steel delivers an inspiring story about finding the strength to stand up for yourself and your dreams, no matter what it takes.
Readers Top Reviews
Paula Dickerson D
As always DS has books I can't put down and this was no exception. Her books always make you feel like your the person. High Recommend !
Rhonda Staudenmai
I have been reading Daniel steel books for about 40 years since I was a kid in school. I love them all of them.
Ruth SnyderRhonda
Totally different theme in this exciting novel. A story of life’s darker side followed by the journey of a tough young woman who made determination her mantra. The novel shows the struggles and hardships and risks that ultimately led to an amazing career and success in the music industry for the talented artist. Well written and exciting story that captivates the reader to the last page.
Alina PerezRuth S
The book kept me wanting more….nice, sweet story! Even cried a few times! Really enjoyed it, but then again, I am a big fan!
AlexandraAlina Pe
Great Story! I just started reading her books again and glad I did! This was a great story. As all her books - it's hard to book the down. Delivery of package was terrible! It was pouring rain out the day of delivery and the driver left it under the mail box that is attached to the house outside the porch? Needless to say the package was soaked and had to dry it out.
Short Excerpt Teaser
Chapter 1
Iris Cooper was small for her age. She looked more like ten than twelve, in her cut-off jeans with ragged edges, a pink T-shirt, and scuffed pink cowboy boots her father, Chip, had bought at a yard sale.
She stood watching the horses tethered under a tree on a blazing hot day in Lake City, Texas, kicking pebbles with the toe of her cowboy boot.
She was humming to herself, as she always did. She could hear music in her head. She composed songs on her father's guitar, and they sounded pretty good. She'd gone to school in Lake City for four months. She'd been to three schools so far that year. Her father liked to move around a lot, looking for opportunities to make some money. He got tired of the towns they went to pretty fast. He rented a room for each of them in someone's house, stayed for a few months, and then they moved on. Iris liked it when they stayed in a town with a church. She could sing with the choir, and they were always happy to have her. She could hit the high notes better than anyone else. Once they heard her sing, they let her stay. She could go to the church socials and eat pot roast and fried chicken, potato salad or mashed potatoes. The rest of the time, they lived on fast food, and whatever her father could afford that day, sometimes just a can of beans or some chili.
Her name had been prophetic. She had deep blue eyes, the color of an iris, and a mass of soft blond hair that framed her face. She wore it in a braid that she could do herself.
Her mother, Violet, had left her and her father when she was two. He never told her, but she'd once heard him say that Violet was killed during a bar fight in East Texas after she left. She and her boyfriend had been at the bar when someone pulled out a gun, shot into the crowd during the fight, and killed them both. She and Chip had a rocky marriage. And when she left Chip, it was easier to leave Iris with him. Iris didn't remember her, so she didn't miss her. You couldn't miss someone you'd never known. But she missed having a mother, like other kids. Chip had grown up as an orphan, living with two unmarried uncles who paid as little attention to him as possible, and made him sleep outside when they brought women home. Chip had left them at sixteen, and never saw them again. He got work wherever he could find it doing odd jobs, and used to ride the bulls and broncos in the rodeo, until he got trampled by a bull and hurt his leg. He walked with a limp now, and his rodeo days were over. Iris liked going to rodeos with him. Sometimes he saw old friends. They lived now from the work he picked up wherever he found it, tending bar, doing carpentry, working on a ranch when they needed extra help. He always found something, and when there were no jobs, they moved on to another town, and started all over again. Iris's dream was to stay in one town for a long time, like other people, and go to the same school for years at a time. Her father said they'd settle down one day, but they hadn't yet. They'd been roaming around the small towns in Texas for the last ten years. She wrote a song about it that she played on his guitar.
She was still watching the horses when Chip came out of the house where they were staying, and told her to get in his truck. They were going for a ride. It was an old green truck he'd had for as long as she could remember. It got them from one town to the next, with everything they owned in boxes tied up in the back, a plastic sheet over them, secured with ropes.
She hopped onto the passenger seat, and he got in and started the engine. They drove off a minute later, down a back road in the direction of the town. She never asked where they were going. It didn't really matter. She watched the cattle and the horses as they drove past them. They stopped at a bar just outside of town. A red neon sign read "Harry's Bar." Chip parked and turned off the engine, and looked at her.
"Stay here. I'll come and get you," he said, and she nodded, and turned the radio on after he left. He had parked under a tree and the air was still and hot. There was no air-conditioning in the truck, and Iris watched as he limped into the bar. She wondered if he had gone in to have a beer, or if he was looking for work. They'd been eating canned beans again, so she knew he was short of money. If he didn't find work soon, they'd be moving on again. She hoped they wouldn't have to. She liked it here. The woman they rented rooms from was nice to her. She had a granddaughter the same age who was bigger than Iris, and she gave Iris her old clothes sometimes when her granddaughter outgrew them. Iris had never had anything new to wear. They got all her clothes at yard sales, secondhand shops, and chu...
Iris Cooper was small for her age. She looked more like ten than twelve, in her cut-off jeans with ragged edges, a pink T-shirt, and scuffed pink cowboy boots her father, Chip, had bought at a yard sale.
She stood watching the horses tethered under a tree on a blazing hot day in Lake City, Texas, kicking pebbles with the toe of her cowboy boot.
She was humming to herself, as she always did. She could hear music in her head. She composed songs on her father's guitar, and they sounded pretty good. She'd gone to school in Lake City for four months. She'd been to three schools so far that year. Her father liked to move around a lot, looking for opportunities to make some money. He got tired of the towns they went to pretty fast. He rented a room for each of them in someone's house, stayed for a few months, and then they moved on. Iris liked it when they stayed in a town with a church. She could sing with the choir, and they were always happy to have her. She could hit the high notes better than anyone else. Once they heard her sing, they let her stay. She could go to the church socials and eat pot roast and fried chicken, potato salad or mashed potatoes. The rest of the time, they lived on fast food, and whatever her father could afford that day, sometimes just a can of beans or some chili.
Her name had been prophetic. She had deep blue eyes, the color of an iris, and a mass of soft blond hair that framed her face. She wore it in a braid that she could do herself.
Her mother, Violet, had left her and her father when she was two. He never told her, but she'd once heard him say that Violet was killed during a bar fight in East Texas after she left. She and her boyfriend had been at the bar when someone pulled out a gun, shot into the crowd during the fight, and killed them both. She and Chip had a rocky marriage. And when she left Chip, it was easier to leave Iris with him. Iris didn't remember her, so she didn't miss her. You couldn't miss someone you'd never known. But she missed having a mother, like other kids. Chip had grown up as an orphan, living with two unmarried uncles who paid as little attention to him as possible, and made him sleep outside when they brought women home. Chip had left them at sixteen, and never saw them again. He got work wherever he could find it doing odd jobs, and used to ride the bulls and broncos in the rodeo, until he got trampled by a bull and hurt his leg. He walked with a limp now, and his rodeo days were over. Iris liked going to rodeos with him. Sometimes he saw old friends. They lived now from the work he picked up wherever he found it, tending bar, doing carpentry, working on a ranch when they needed extra help. He always found something, and when there were no jobs, they moved on to another town, and started all over again. Iris's dream was to stay in one town for a long time, like other people, and go to the same school for years at a time. Her father said they'd settle down one day, but they hadn't yet. They'd been roaming around the small towns in Texas for the last ten years. She wrote a song about it that she played on his guitar.
She was still watching the horses when Chip came out of the house where they were staying, and told her to get in his truck. They were going for a ride. It was an old green truck he'd had for as long as she could remember. It got them from one town to the next, with everything they owned in boxes tied up in the back, a plastic sheet over them, secured with ropes.
She hopped onto the passenger seat, and he got in and started the engine. They drove off a minute later, down a back road in the direction of the town. She never asked where they were going. It didn't really matter. She watched the cattle and the horses as they drove past them. They stopped at a bar just outside of town. A red neon sign read "Harry's Bar." Chip parked and turned off the engine, and looked at her.
"Stay here. I'll come and get you," he said, and she nodded, and turned the radio on after he left. He had parked under a tree and the air was still and hot. There was no air-conditioning in the truck, and Iris watched as he limped into the bar. She wondered if he had gone in to have a beer, or if he was looking for work. They'd been eating canned beans again, so she knew he was short of money. If he didn't find work soon, they'd be moving on again. She hoped they wouldn't have to. She liked it here. The woman they rented rooms from was nice to her. She had a granddaughter the same age who was bigger than Iris, and she gave Iris her old clothes sometimes when her granddaughter outgrew them. Iris had never had anything new to wear. They got all her clothes at yard sales, secondhand shops, and chu...
