Book Review of “Sundays At Tiffany’s” By James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet

Sundays At Tiffany’s

By James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet


What happens when an ace detective-based-thriller/murder mystery writer teams up with an author who writes for children? A mediocre novella that looks, feels and reads like a love story with very typical characters and plots.

James Patterson fans who love Alex Cross might be a bit disappointed with this one.

The story is about Jane Margaux, a lonely little eight-year-old girl and her imaginary friend Michael. Jane’s mother Vivienne is a successful Broadway Theatre producer with time only for her production and social gatherings. Jane’s father is busy vacationing with his new wife and only visits Jane to bring in more disappointment. Given this setting, who wouldn’t have an imaginary friend to be by their side through thick and thin?

Michael is about 30 years old, witty, funny and handsome and Jane’s only support.

But he bids her a sad adieu on her ninth birthday with a thought that she would forget him.

Twenty three years down the line, Jane is seen as a successful producer about to turn one of her musicals into a movie. The play (Thank Heaven) is dedicated to her imaginary friend Michael.

Vivienne, the controlling mom, tries to dictate terms for the movie and Jane’s handsome actor boyfriend Hugh McGrath is using her to grab the lead role. When Jane denies him the part, her forever messy life is further distraught.

She wishes to have Michael back in her life, desperately! She visits one of her favorite childhood haunts in New York City only to see a man resemble Michael. But he disappears as quickly. Was it her imagination or is Michael for real?

Sunday At Tiffany’s is a fast fluff read, not remarkable. Yes, relatable in some instances but highly stereotypical in some. It is a bit of cheesy romantic novel with a nice twist in the end.

I felt that the authors could’ve worked a bit more on the detailing though.

Jane (as a kid and an adult) is likeable, so is Michael. Jane’s insecurities and self-discovery have been well etched.

This book somewhat reminded me of The Velveteen Rabbit, where the boy’s love makes the rabbit real. Charbonnet’s fantasy and Patterson’s mystery prowess unite for some light entertainment.



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