A great life is not about routine but doing something rare. To cherish and not to compare. To forgive, not to blame and to be loving without counting. Laugh at your mistakes but learn from them. Joke over your troubles but gather strength from them Have fun with your difficulties but overcome them.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Feeding My Addiction on Books
Sundays at Tiffany's
By James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet
Published by Grand Central Publishing, 2008
ISBN: 978-0-446-53631-8
I own this copy.
What's it about? Courtesy of Goodreads:
As a little girl, Jane has no one. Her mother Vivienne Margaux, the powerful head of a major New York theater company has no time for her. But she does have one friend--Michael--and no one can see him but her. But Michael can't stay with Jane forever, and on her eighth birthday, her imaginary friend must leave her.
When Jane is in her thirties, working for her mother's company, she is just as alone as she was as a child. Her boyfriend hardly knows she's there and is more interested in what Vivienne can do for his career. Her mother practically treats her as a slave in the office, despite the great success of Jane's first play, "Thank Heaven." Then she finds Michael--handsome, and just the same as she remembers him, only now he's not imaginary. For once in her life, Jane is happy--and has someone who loves her back. But not even Michael knows the reason behind why they've really been reunited.
Sundays at Tiffany's is the story of Jane Margaux, a thirty something woman with a lackluster social life, poor self confidence, and a job working in her highly successful mother's production company. Jane is searching for funding and actors for a film adaptation of her successful play, Thank Heaven, which is based on her childhood imaginary friend, Michael.
Michael left Jane on her ninth birthday, a predetermined date when children no longer need their imaginary friends and wake up the next day with no recollection of their unseen companions. Jane remembers everything. She doesn't understand how or why, but she does. Michael as her only true friend and she feels his absence well into adulthood.
Michael finds himself back in New York City and recognizes Jane. After following her around, he got a sense of her life: thankfully she still does not live at home with her mother, but she works for her mother, and has a jerk of a boyfriend. They finally meet face to face at the St. Regis on a Sunday afternoon, which was their usual hangout on Sunday afternoons when Jane was a child. After Jane and Michael's ice cream sundae (for her) and melon (for him) date, Jane's mother would take her to Tiffany's.
What transpires from there is part love story and part coming of age story all wrapped up in a fluffy feel good package. Even when catastrophe struck Jane's life, I still felt warm and fuzzy inside because I knew that the book would turn out okay. I felt emotionally duped by the fluff, but I didn't mind it so much. It was an intriguing story with a lot of potential. I liked it for what it was, but it could have been so much more.
Well, being a hopeless romantic myself, I truly enjoyed reading this book because it was a quick, escape read that helped me to forget about life for a while. Such a magical story about fate and true love.
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