Review: Sundays at Tiffany's by James Patterson
Holy crap. This book made my head explode. It was like reading a book adaptation of "Pete's Dragon", "City of Angels", and "Devil Wears Prada".
Brief synopsis: Michael 30-something imaginary friend of a very lonely little girl named Jane. Jane has an absentee father and an overbearing power-mom. It starts when she's about to turn nine years old, and then shoots ahead to when she's in her thirties, dating a loser and working for her mom. The rules of being an imaginary friend fly out the window and he sees her again and falls in love with her. After a small bit of angst, they live happily ever after.
Well, the characters are pretty well-developed for such a short novel, only 281 pages in paperback. The main character, Jane, is sort of an everywoman, not super pretty, not ugly; not fat, not thin. She enjoys buying new things, but doesn't make extravagant purchases except a diamond ring. She never buys makeup. Her mother is obsessed with appearances, and picks at Jane about her clothes, her weight, and her lack of interest in any of it. She likes hot fudge sundaes with coffee ice cream. Her imaginary friend, Michael, is thirty-something, good-looking, understanding, sensitive, essentially the perfect guy. She's the one person who's never forgotten her imaginary friend, and even in her thirties, she misses his presence in her life. She has a jerk for a boyfriend, Hugh. He's a stage actor trying to make it to the big screen. She slowly wakes up to how terrible he is throughout the book.
It's a quick read, the kind of book you can eat for lunch and still have room for a crossword puzzle. Its plot is simple, but fantastical. It's not hard to follow. Written on an eighth-grade level, the average adult will not feel challenged by it. It reads like a chick-flick, without your mom crying in the seat next to you. Skip it if chick-flicks annoy you. Not for boys.
I give it a solid B.
Brief synopsis: Michael 30-something imaginary friend of a very lonely little girl named Jane. Jane has an absentee father and an overbearing power-mom. It starts when she's about to turn nine years old, and then shoots ahead to when she's in her thirties, dating a loser and working for her mom. The rules of being an imaginary friend fly out the window and he sees her again and falls in love with her. After a small bit of angst, they live happily ever after.
Well, the characters are pretty well-developed for such a short novel, only 281 pages in paperback. The main character, Jane, is sort of an everywoman, not super pretty, not ugly; not fat, not thin. She enjoys buying new things, but doesn't make extravagant purchases except a diamond ring. She never buys makeup. Her mother is obsessed with appearances, and picks at Jane about her clothes, her weight, and her lack of interest in any of it. She likes hot fudge sundaes with coffee ice cream. Her imaginary friend, Michael, is thirty-something, good-looking, understanding, sensitive, essentially the perfect guy. She's the one person who's never forgotten her imaginary friend, and even in her thirties, she misses his presence in her life. She has a jerk for a boyfriend, Hugh. He's a stage actor trying to make it to the big screen. She slowly wakes up to how terrible he is throughout the book.
It's a quick read, the kind of book you can eat for lunch and still have room for a crossword puzzle. Its plot is simple, but fantastical. It's not hard to follow. Written on an eighth-grade level, the average adult will not feel challenged by it. It reads like a chick-flick, without your mom crying in the seat next to you. Skip it if chick-flicks annoy you. Not for boys.
I give it a solid B.