Sundays at Tiffany’s by James Patterson

April 2, 2011

Plot Summary (from the publisher):

Jane Margaux is a lonely little girl. Her mother, a powerful Broadway producer, makes time for her only once a week, for their Sunday trip to admire jewelry at Tiffany’s. Jane has only one friend: a handsome, comforting, funny man named Michael. He’s perfect. But only she can see him. Michael can’t stay forever, though. On Jane’s ninth birthday he leaves, promising her that she’ll soon forget him.

Years later, in her thirties, Jane is just as alone as she was as a child. And despite her own success as a playwright, she is even more trapped by her overbearing mother. Then she meets someone‚Äďa handsome, comforting, funny man. He’s perfect. His name is Michael…

This is a heartrending story that surpasses all expectations of why these people have been brought together. With the breathtaking momentum and gripping emotional twists that have made James Patterson a bestselling author all over the world, SUNDAYS AT TIFFANY’S takes an altogether fresh look at the timeless and transforming power of love.

Warning: Spoilers Below!


  • The only thing I liked about this book was how Vivian ended up being the one who died. I was fully expecting Jane to be the one to go, setting up a wholly contrived tear-jerker of an ending, so I appreciated the minor twist.


  • The cover says, “What if your imaginary friend was your one true love?” WTF was the message here, exactly? That your “one true love” doesn’t exist, so you have to dream him up??? This made absolutely no sense at all as an adult book, and felt incredibly like the god-awful Denny Duquette ghost storyline on Grey’s Anatomy Ugh.
  • This is a minor point, but the way Vivian ALWAYS said “Jane, sweetie, …” as if her daughter’s actual name was “Jane Sweetie” seriously got on my nerves.
  • I never had an imaginary friend as a child, but I know a lot of kids do and that it’s a fairly normal thing. But is it normal for a child’s imaginary friend to be a full-grown adult??? Wouldn’t they dream up a kid their own age or slightly older than themselves instead of a 32-year-old? I thought that was extremely odd.
  • So Michael can just materialize out of nothing and become a “real human”? Oh, whatever. Whoever said this book reminded them of The Velveteen Rabbit was right on. The only difference is that The Velveteen Rabbit was excusable because it was a children’s book.
  • Why call the book Sundays at Tiffany’s? Sundays at the St. Regis Hotel would have been more appropriate since those ice cream outings meant so much to Jane and Michael early on. Tiffany’s was mentioned once, and was more of a Vivian thing, so I thought the title didn’t fit the story at all. I wasn’t exactly expecting this story to be about jewelry fashion trends for moms or anything like that, but jewelry probably should have played a bit more of a role given the title.

I’m not sure why I allow myself to keep getting suckered into reading James Patterson books. I ought to know by now that he’s just interested in making as much money as possible and probably doesn’t even do any of his own writing anymore. In other words, he’s selling the work of hacks under his name — and it shows in the quality of the books produced. I give Sundays at Tiffany’s 2 stars out of 5.

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