Sunday, August 31, 2008

I'VE GOT IT!

I want to cry already.

Sundays at Tiffany's by James Patterson (and Gabrielle Charbonnet)

No, I'm not crazy enough to get the hard cover version, but still I got a nice trade paperback size one. Big text! Lots of space! And it's still shrinkwrapped. Now I just have to plan a nice uninterrupted weekend to unwrap it. ☺

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From the back cover:

'When you grow up, you won't remember me'

Jane Margaux was never supposed to remember her imaginary friend when he vanished from her life but he was her best friend she'd ever had and she could never let his memory fade.

Jane was a sweet, funny, chubby seven-year-old, desperately seeking love from her self-obsessed mother, Vivienne, and a father who was wrapped up in a new life with his beautiful young girlfriend. Jane's only friend was handsome, funny, thirty-something Michael. Michael was different; no one else could see him, nor did they believe he existed beyond the realms of Jane's very creative imagination. They would talk from morning till night. As Jane grew older though, the time came for Michael to leave her side, his work done.

Jane couldn't forget him though and, isolated and lonely, she lives in the shadow of her dramatic and over-powering mother. Over twenty years after Michael has said goodbye, Jane catches a glimpse of that unforgotten face, her heart pounding. She can't believe it can be true - could it really be Michael?

This time though, Michael isn't just a figment of her imagination. But will the path of true love be a smooth one? And will Jane get her happy ever after?

Sundays at Tiffany's is a heart-warming romance about a girl who until now has lived her life on the sidelines, about what it feels like to fall in love, a tale of soulmates.


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It sounds beautiful. ♥

James Patterson's other two romance novels are Suzanne's Diary for Nicholas and Sam's Letters to Jennifer.

Better come prepared with boxes of tissues before embarking to read this. Be prepared to cry real bad.

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