Sundays at Tiffany’s by James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet is a sweet novel… and there’s not much I can say about it. It isn’t that I didn’t enjoy it, but once I’d finished it I just felt a bit ‘oh ok’, like in The Truman Show when it ends and I think it’s the cops just switch over. It’s something easy to consume, but also easy to forget.
As a little girl Jane was lonely so, like most little girls did, created an imaginary friend, Michael, to keep her company. As an adult Jane struggles with working alongside her controlling mother and her actor boyfriend. Jane is unhappy. Michael is on a break from being an imaginary friend. And this is where the magic happens. However, it isn’t all plain sailing and Jane’s future looks uncertain, even with Michael in her life.
Although the story is a little too easy, Patterson and Charbonnet do well to add elements of reality so successfully. The fractious relationship of Jane and her mother sits well within the novel. The idea of an imaginary friend coming to life is also handled very well, making it believable. The split between narrators helps to add to the reality as you see things from Michael’s view too, instead of leaving you wondering if Jane is just imagining Michael all over again!
It was a nice read, but not something I’d re-read. If you want a nice, sweet romance this book is great, and is a relaxing read. I suppose it’s a less dramatic version of The Time Traveler’s Wife.