Sundays at Tiffany's
SUNDAYS AT TIFFANY'S BOOK REVIEW
Quick, get out your bagel/donut!!! It's time to go to Tiffany's, Holly Golightly! This book is by two different authors but James Patterson gets the biggest credit. If that's because he's the more famous author or because he wrote the majority of it, I haven't a clue. Ask the publisher.
Let me be frank: I don't read these kinds of novels. I like there to be some kind of...well, not necessarily killing, but I like a good fight and a good drive to keep people alive. This book wasn't really about that so much as it was romantic fluff.
I don't write fluff either, I've tried. I can't do it and I hate it when I produce anything that is remotely fluffy without that being the intent. Fluff is what you do when you can't come up with a plot. Like, the first 300 pages of Twilight or something. It's ok to read when you're in dire need of something and sometimes when you just don't feel like reading something heavier (that's why they call it fluff, it's about as light as air - no plot, no morals, nothing but sickly sweet sugar marshmellow Peeps. I hate Peeps.)
But I read this, largely because my sister does have some Tiffany's jewelry and loves Tiffany's. Hey, diamonds are a girl's best friend. And James Patterson's an ok author. I won't say great because Maximum Ride didn't really impress me like everyone else. It was enjoyable but kind of predictable and not exactly my style.
This book was romance. Romance involving an imaginary friend. What is up with people and imaginary friends? I mean, yeah, I have them, but that's not what I mean. I mean, usually imaginary friends in literature (using the term loosly, people) are bad things. Maggie from Supernatural's Playthings, that one little girl's imaginary friend from Star Trek (what was her name???? It was in TNG though), and then I think in that one movie with Dakota Fanning - Charlie was the friend's name I think. But they're bad and unwanted and all that. Not so in this case.
In this book the imaginary friend is perfect: says all the right things, looks perfect, cares for personality and not looks...he's a...better version of Edward Cullen in adult fiction. His name is Michael, just Michael. And he's the imaginary friend of a little girl named Jane Margeaux (probably spelled wrong, but I don't have the book with me). She's almost nine, her mother's a producer of hit Hollywood plays/movies, and she wants a puppy.
Of course, the imaginary friend leaves her after her birthday.
But they never forget about each other like they're supposed to. Tell me, why isn't that such a shocker? Oh wait, because the blurb on the back hints at it, the prologue hints at it - IF YOU DARE THINK FOR ONE SECOND IN THIS BOOK THAT THEY'RE NOT GOING TO HOOK UP, TURN IN YOUR READER CARD NOW.
Years later, Jane is producing a move based on her relationship with her imaginary friend Michael. Everything is to the detail, as close as she can get it. Coffee ice cream, the words she would have used....for God's sake, Jane, it's a play/movie, not an autobiography!!! It's entitled Thank Heaven and I have no idea why. Maybe because after it got positive reviews she said 'thank heaven' because really, why didn't she just write it out as her memoir?
So while she's preparing for this movie, she is at a tumultuous time with her dickhead boyfriend whose name is Hugh. Anyone ever see the episode in TNG with the Borg kid they name Hugh? Yeah, that's who I kept invisioning rather than this sexy man Hugh was supposed to be. He doesn't show for their date and she eats there anyway, returns home and her doorman tells her that she could do better.
Shockingly enough, she doesn't break up with the moron. Even though she's angry and knows this happens a lot. She doesn't even try to discuss it with him. She just fakes her way through with a smile.
By the way, she was accepted into door mats anonymous last Friday, cheese on a stick, what's wrong with this girl??? If he's never on time and has missed a lot of dates WHY THE HECK IS SHE STILL WITH HIM? God, I thought feminism meant women were finally getting stronger and standing up for themselves. But no!
Hugh apparently wants to have the part of Michael in the movie Thank Heaven but Jane finally finds a pair of bulletproof panties and tells him no over and over again. But it isn't because she's a strong person, it's because he's not Michael.
So while she's dealing with that we get to see Michael again. He's on vacation from his last work as an imaginary friend, he's boxing and eating four hot dogs and then he sees Jane. So he follows her! In a totally non-stalkerish way. By the way, he never tells her that he followed her home and that's why her doorman thinks he's a fruitloop (I love the doorman, he's like the only sane character in this book and he has only a few scenes. How very sad.) But Michael knows she probably doesn't remember him, so he will leave her alone - woe is me! I am troubled! And there are a few more pages of headdeskage that follow.
And Jane thinks she sees Michael, but it sure it can't be.
Meanwhile, Michael drinks a couple bottles of wine with this girl and talks the night away about Jane. And the girl is totally supportive of them hooking up rather than offended by the fact that this good looking man allowed her to sleep in his house - in his room - and didn't even kiss her and while he listened to her problems, he's not interested in her. I don't know, I would be confused if that happened to me, wondering WTF is up with this? But clearly she's ok. I wonder if Patterson was writing this part. It seems like a guy thing.
Anyway, more stuff happens and then Micheal goes to St. Regis and Jane goes to St. Regis. They hook up and have fun for the day. Then they keep up the routine.
Jane finally breaks up with her boyfriend because he proposes to her with a deal. He'll marry her if she'll give him the part of Michael in Thank Heaven. She gets offended and leaves. I think I gained an ounce of respect for her. Anyway, she and Michael hook up, have sex and she wonders if it's a sin to have sex with an imaginary friend. I would have laughed out loud over that if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't want to explain to anyone why I was laughing. Seriously, that's a weird thing to think.
Then Jane's mother gets sick and dies.
Michael becomes human and gets the part of, you guessed it, Michael in Thank Heaven. The movie's a success and then he and Jane have two kids and they have the epilogue in the St. Regis eating ice cream.
It was very fluffy, well written, so if that's your type, it's a good book for you.
As for me, it's not my style. So I can't give you a rating because it would be biased. It's very simple and would be a good book to read at night if you're restless.