..to actually read one day first before sundays at tiffany’s.
seriously. i am now finding james patterson mediocre when it comes to romantic novels (barring of course suzanne’s diary for nicholas which was just heartbreaking if not a total tear-jerker TT)
it didn’t help that i’ve read honeymoon (another romantic novel of his mingled with some thriller— or lack thereof) months ago and just like sundays at tiffany’s it was too short, too soon, too underdeveloped and too abrupt all at the same time.
pity, he’s got really good and interesting characters: an imaginary friend, a woman trapped with her overbearing successful broadway producer for a mother, the overbearing producer for a mother who had this really weird way of showing her love for her daughter— by being overbearing that is.
the concept was really supposed to be good. it gives you a background glimpse of broadway stages, of the people behind it and how these productions turns out to be the way it is— but apparently that’s only what it can give you: a glimpse. for others it may have been enough and i suppose i could let it pass but then again it happened as well with the characters. it was as if the book itself was just a glimpse of what really happened.
michael is supposed to be this imaginary friend; a handsome 30-ish guy who is funny, unbearably sweet and full of wit.
granted he doesn’t have every answer to jane’s questions and this added some mystery to his existence but somehow he falls short to being mysterious because of the very same reasons.
he is imaginary, and then just as suddenly he was. i see no character build-up there. and to think he really was an awesome character, him being imaginary and falling in love with a person— somebody who is tangible at the very least.
yeah. i was pretty much shocked myself when all of a sudden i was already in the last pages of the book.
jane. ooh, jane-sweetie. at least there was some charcter build-up and even though it cliche, still you could easily give a space for her in your heart. especially if you love food, more so desserts and oreos. ha! though as i’ve said, everything was too sudden, even the character build-up. but nevertheless, jane is effortlessly funny herself. a bit insecure just like the rest of us but still not altogether spineless.
and lastly, her mother. ooh. i am just so glad vivienne isn’t my mom. or else..
okay. i should just stop there. haha.
but regardless of my pointless criticism, the book is interesting, funny and heartwarming. if, that is, you know how to look in the right places; may it be at the st. regis hotel on sunday afternoons, at tiffany’s on one of the worst mornings of your life, a leisurely walk on fancy upper east side or anywhere in the heart of new york city.
~sai
