James Patterson’s novel, Sundays at Tiffany’s, was a surprising novel. I read the preface, and I thought that this was a stupid idea… I mean, who falls in love with their IMAGINARY friend??? But as I came to realize that Michael was a real, living, breathing being, I fell in love with the idea.
Jane, at 34, was utterly alone in the world. She was dating an actor who was only using her for her connections (she was a producer). She had a mother who never seemed to care about anyone but herself. She had no friends and it looked like her life was going nowhere.
And then all of a sudden, she saw him… it was Michael, her imaginary friend who had abandoned her when she need him the most… on her ninth birthday. They both tried to resist the attraction, but how can you deny your soul mate, even when you aren’t sure if he is human or not?
This novel was truly moving. I fell in love with the characters and the whole idea surrounding them. I hurt when they hurt, I laughed when they laughed, I loved when they loved… it was beautiful. This novel did have a few disappointing qualities (they fell in love too fast, the funeral wasn’t sad, etc) but overall, I give this a 4.5/5 stars! This novel redeemed James Patterson for me. I swore I would never read him again after 1st to Die, but I am glad that I did. If you’re looking for something light and beautiful, this is your book!