I wasn’t going to write a review of the book I just finished reading, Sundays at Tiffany’s by James Patterson and Gabrielle Charbonnet, but the subject matter of the novel was strangely similar to a certain short story I wrote after first year university. If you’ve read the other pages on this site (specifically The Story of the Green Heart), you know that the character I created for this story has emerald green eyes – and okay, you should be able to tell by now that green eyes are my favourite.
So, long story not so short, I picked up Sundays at Tiffany’s hoping for a cute, sweet, chick-flicky read while I was filling this blog with reviews from my previously and dramatically mentioned “personal archive”. I wasn’t expecting too much – I’m a fan of Audrey Hepburn and the classic “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” (which ironically isn’t explicitly or repeatedly mentioned in the novel at all), and I had a hunch that this lovely little book would fulfill my desire for something light and fun. Then, I read this sentence on one of the first pages:
“That day his bright green eyes watched me gaze at the sundae…”
Let’s be honest, I was pretty excited about the ice cream reference, but I was also stunned by the mention of my favourite eyes on earth! And, needless to say, from that moment I was hooked…mainly on the male character Michael.
The premise of the story (which I’ve rightfully said is in the same vein as, although not identical to, my own story) is absolutely adorable and probably one of the things I’ve always wished would happen in my life. A girl’s childhood imaginary friend, who happens to be an incredibly handsome, rugged, dark-haired, green-eyed man, becomes real, like actual flesh and blood. Spoiler alert (but not really, because come on, it is a romance after all!), they fall madly in love after she grows up. Maybe this sounds a tad cheesy, maybe it is and I’m just a sucker for true, undying love, but I thought the novel was sweet (seriously, it’s the literary equivalent of a melty chocolate chip cookie with vanilla ice cream on top – it’s literary comfort food!) and very touching! It’s a teeny little book (only just under 300 pages) but there are some surprisingly heartwarming moments – Jane and Michael, when she is both young and old, have some endearing conversations and interactions, and you can sense the love between them, and the unshakeable connection, and the unconquerable loyalty that transcends space, matter and time. This novel is a testament to the power and satisfaction of falling in love with your best friend!
I’ve been known to become obsessed with a romance here and there. I loved every single one of the Sophie Kinsella novels I’ve read (Sidenote: I’ve Got Your Number is my absolute favourite and stay tuned for my review of Wedding Night, which will come once I start reading it, hopefully by the end of this summer.), and I have dreamt about dashing male leads like Henry DeTamble (The Time Traveler’s Wife), Julian Laurence Ashford (Overseas) and Dexter Mayhew (One Day). Although Michael of Sundays at Tiffany’s may not quite be up there with these favourite men that I’ve loved for years (the novel is just too short to get to know Michael well enough), I liked him a lot.
I would recommend this novel for scorching days at the beach or cold winter nights by a fireplace with a steaming hot chocolate and jingle bells. It’s guaranteed to put a smile on your face and make you believe in magic!
I’ll leave you also with a brief review from the archive, of another more contemporary novel, with a narrator I grew very attached to and haven’t been able to forget.
Yours in Mutual Fondness for True Love,
Girl with a Green Heart
by Andrew Davidson
This book was absolutely fabulous and so moving! I had been wanting to read it for such a long time, but I admit that I was slightly nervous about the storyline. I was not afraid of being upset or emotionally affected by the subject matter which features both a devastating car crash and detailed descriptions of treatment for severe burn wounds, as I was so interested in learning more about these sorts of ailments and the physical and mental battles of their victims. I was a bit wary that the explanations would be too violent, detailed and graphic for my tastes, though. I am so glad that I decided to finally pick up the novel, however, because I have never encountered a more interesting and compelling narrator! I was so drawn to the narrator’s voice and style; this is undoubtedly one of the most memorable novels that I’ve ever read simply because the narrator’s experiences (and his manner of expressing and detailing these experiences) are so unique! I was also lucky enough to purchase a copy of the novel that included an article by Andrew Davidson that I found fascinating. He describes the fact that Marianne Engel (one of the main characters in the text) appeared to him and spoke to him directly, telling him her story and urging him to document it. I thought that was just the most amazing story (especially because I am an aspiring writer and I often visualize and speak to my own characters) and it proves what a one of a kind, passionate writer Andrew Davidson is. This novel had a profound effect on me and I won’t soon forget it!