Review: Sundays at Tiffany’s

By James Patterson
Started (and finished):
September 7^th, 2009
Rating: 5/5

James Patterson never ceases to amaze me. I read this book in a matter of hours.

When Jane's imaginary friend, Michael, leaves and promises that she'll forget him, Jane is heartbroken. She goes through her life, seemingly in mediocrity, until one day after a terrible break-up with her crappy-boyfriend (dude, you so had it coming), she visits her favorite childhood restaurant and is bombarded by memories of Michael.

Then she looks across the room and sees him.

And then life takes off.

Jane changes her life, no longer afraid to be who she really is. Michael calls into question what he is, and struggles through his own identity crisis—is he human, or angel, or something else? And why didn't Jane's "imaginary" experience go the way it was supposed to?

But then Michael realizes his mission in New York—and his whole world comes crashing down. How is he supposed to do this, and how is he supposed to live with it?

The whole time reading this book, I kept thinking questions. For the sake of keeping this review spoiler-free, I won't tell you what they were. The seemingly dooming end was looming and nagging at me, and it drove me crazy. I could not put it down! I couldn't see a way out of the climax... but the ending was all too sweet. I squealed (don't believe me? my sister was in the room at the time. ask her. it's true).

All in all, this book is a treasure to me. It’s staying on my bookshelf where it belongs, I won't ever sell it back to the used book store, or give it away (yeah, you can borrow it if you really want to. be careful of the pages.).

Maybe I loved it more than anyone else ever has, because of a strange connection I share with Jane Margaux. My imaginary friend's name was Michael, too.