The successful but lonely daughter of a powerful New York theater icon falls for her imaginary friend in this touching love story.
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-a handsome, comforting, funny man. He's perfect. His name is Michael . . .
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About the Author
James Patterson has had more New York Times bestsellers than any other writer, ever, according to Guinness World Records. Since his first novel won the Edgar Award in 1977 James Patterson's books have sold more than 300 million copies. He is the author of the Alex Cross novels, the most popular detective series of the past twenty-five years, including Kiss the Girls and Along Came a Spider. He writes full-time and lives in Florida with his family.
Hometown:Palm Beach, Florida
Date of Birth:March 22, 1947
Place of Birth:Newburgh, New York
Education:B.A., Manhattan College, 1969; M.A., Vanderbilt University, 1971
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Sundays at Tiffany's
By James Patterson Gabrielle Charbonnet Little, Brown and Company
Copyright © 2008 James Patterson
All right reserved.
EVERY DETAIL of those Sunday afternoons is locked in my memory, but instead of explaining me and Michael right off, I'll start with the world's best, most luscious, and possibly most sinful ice cream sundae, as served at the St. Regis Hotel in New York City.
It was always the same: two fist- sized scoops of coffee ice cream, swirled with a river of hot fudge sauce, the kind that gets thicker, gooey and chewy, when it hits the ice cream. On top of that, real whipped cream. Even at eight years old, I could tell the difference between real whipped cream and the fake-o nondairy product you squirt from a can.
Across from me at my table in the Astor Court was Michael: hands down the handsomest man I knew, or have ever known, for that matter. Also, the nicest, the kindest, and probably the wisest.
That day his bright green eyes watched me gaze at the sundae with undisguised delight as the whitecoated waiter set it in front of me with tantalizing slowness.
For Michael, a clear glass bowl of melon balls and lemon sherbet. His ability to deny himself the pleasure of a sundae was something my child's brain couldn't wrap itself around.
"Thanks so much," Michael said, adding extreme politeness to his list of enviable qualities.
To which thewaiter said-not a word.
The Astor Court was the place to go for a fancy dessert at the St. Regis Hotel. That afternoon it was filled with important-looking people having important-looking conversations. In the background, two symphony-worthy violinists fiddled away as if this were Lincoln Center.
"Okay," Michael said. "Time to play the Jane- and- Michael game."
I clapped my hands together, my eyes lighting up.
Here's how it worked: One of us pointed to a table, and the other had to make up stuff about the people sitting there. The loser paid for dessert.
"Go," he said, pointing. I looked at the three teenage girls dressed in nearly identical pale yellow linen dresses.
Without hesitation, I said, "Debutantes. First season. Just graduated from high school. Maybe in Connecticut. Possibly-probably-Greenwich."
Michael tilted his head back and laughed. "You're definitely spending too much time around adults. Very good, though, Jane. Point for you."
"Okay," I said, gesturing toward another table. "That couple over there. The ones who look like the Cleavers in Leave It to Beaver. What's their story?"
The man was wearing a gray-and-blue-checked suit; the woman, a bright pink jacket with a green pleated skirt.
"Husband and wife from North Carolina," Michael rattled off easily. "Wealthy. Own a chain of tobacco shops. He's here on business. She came to do some shopping. Now he's telling her that he wants a divorce."
"Oh," I said, looking down at the table. I let out a deep breath, then took another spoonful of sundae and let the rich flavors unfold in my mouth. "Yeah, I guess everyone gets divorced."
Michael bit his lip. "Oh. Wait, Jane. I got it all wrong. He's not asking for a divorce. He's telling her that he has a surprise-he's made arrangements for them to go on a cruise. To Europe on the QE2. It's their second honeymoon."
"That's a much better story," I said, smiling. "You get a point. Excellent."
I looked down at my plate and saw that somehow my ice cream sundae had completely vanished. As it always did.
Michael looked around the room dramatically. "Here's one you won't get," he said.
He pointed to a man and a woman just two tables away.
I looked over.
The woman was about forty years old, well dressed, and stunningly pretty. You might have taken her for a movie actress. She wore a bright red designer dress and matching shoes and had a big black pocketbook. Everything about her said, Look at me!
The man she was with was younger, pale, and very thin. He was wearing a blue blazer and a patterned silk ascot, which I don't think anyone was wearing even back then. He waved his arms enthusiastically as he spoke.
"That's not funny," I said, but I couldn't help grinning and rolling my eyes.
Because, of course, the couple was my mother, Vivienne Margaux, the famous Broadway producer, and that year's celebrity hairdresser, Jason. Jason, the hothouse flower, who didn't have time for a last name.
I looked over at them again. One thing was for sure: My mom was beautiful enough to be an actress herself. Once, when I asked her why she hadn't become one, she said, "Honey, I don't want to ride the train. I want to drive the train."
Every Sunday afternoon when Michael and I had dessert at the St. Regis, my mother and a friend had dessert and coffee there too. That way she could gossip or complain or conduct business but still keep an eye on me, without actually having to be with me.
After the St. Regis, we would cap off our Sundays at Tiffany's. My mother loved diamonds, wore them everywhere, collected them the way other people collect crystal unicorns, or those weird ceramic Japanese cats with the one paw in the air.
Of course I was okay, those Sundays, because I had Michael for company. Michael, who was my best friend in the world, maybe my only friend, when I was eight years old.
My imaginary friend.
I SNUGGLED CLOSER to Michael at our table. "Want to know something?" I asked. "It's kind of a bummer."
"What?" he asked.
"I think I know what my mother and Jason are talking about. It's Howard. I think Vivienne's tired of him. Out with the old, in with the new."
Howard was my stepfather, my mother's third husband. The third one I knew about, anyway.
Her first husband had been a tennis pro from Palm Beach. He'd lasted only a year.
Then had come Kenneth, my father. He'd done better than the tennis pro, lasting three years. He was really sweet, and I loved him, but he traveled a lot for business. Sometimes I felt as if he forgot about me. I'd heard my mother tell Jason that he'd been "spineless." She didn't know I'd overheard. She'd said, "He was a good-looking jellyfish of a man who will never amount to anything."
Howard had been around for two years now. He never traveled on business and didn't seem to have a job, other than helping Vivienne. He massaged her feet when she was tired, checked that her food was salt- free, and made sure that our car and driver were absolutely always on time.
"Why do you think that?" Michael asked.
"Little things," I said. "Like Vivienne used to buy him stuff all the time. Fancy loafers from Paul Stuart and ties from Bergdorf Goodman's. But she hasn't given him anything in ages. And, last night, she ate at home. Alone. With me. Howard wasn't even there."
"Where was he?" Michael asked. I could see the sympathy and concern in his eyes.
"I don't know. When I asked Vivienne, she just said, 'Who knows and who cares?'" I imitated my mother's voice, then shook my head. "Okay," I said. "New topic. Guess what day Tuesday is."
Michael tapped his chin a few times. "No idea."
"C'mon. You know perfectly well. You know, Michael. This isn't funny."
"Stop it!" I told him, kicking him gently under the table. He grinned. "You know what Tuesday is. You have to. It's my birthday!"
"Oh, yeah. Wow, you're getting old, Jane."
I nodded. "I think my mother is having a party for me."
"Hmm," Michael said.
"Well, anyway, I don't care about a party, really. What I really want is a real, live puppy."
"Cat got your-" I started to say but then stopped in midsentence.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Vivienne signing the check. In a minute she and Jason would be standing over our table, hustling me off. This Sunday at the St. Regis was coming to a close. It had been another wonderful afternoon for me and Michael.
"Here she comes, Michael," I whispered. "Look invisible."
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
This is a charming fairtale for a rainy afternoon. It proves wishes can still come true even if someone told you that such ideas were only for children. I loved it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Jane Margaux had an odd childhood with her famous director mother, Vivienne, and had few friends her own age. Her main companion was her imaginary friend, Michael, who would share ice cream sundaes with her at the St. Regis hotel and go for walks on the streets of New York with her. Now, at the age of 32, Jane finds herself going through a bit of a rough time, as she's having troubles with her boyfriend and is getting frustrated by her mother's constant involvement in every aspect of her life. To her amazement, she sees Michael at one of their old favorite spots, and the pair pick up their friendship where they left off, except this time, Jane is old enough to see Michael in a new and romantic light. This was a magical story featuring some of the famous landmarks of New York and a very special lifelong relationship between Michael and Jane. A quick read, but a touching story. A good choice for the Christmas season
I thought this book was a wonderful summer read. I enjoyed the characters and the subject. If you're looking for a deep romantic novel, this isn't it. But if you're looking for an enjoyable story with sweet romance and a little bit of drama, then dig in. I loved the ending!
Sundays at Tiffany's us a heart- warming story showing a little girl's journey through her tough life in New York City. This book is filled with romance, neglection, happiness, and memorable characters that will have you turning the page until the very end. Sundays at Tiffnay's starts ub a little cafe where a little girl, Jane, spends he Sunday afternoons with her famous mother and her imaginary friend. She and Michael, the Imaginary friend, spend every moment they have together, doing whatever they can to keep busy. But for michael, having a job as an Imaginary friend, he must leave her when she turns 9. When her nineth birthday came he tells her the heart wrenching news and slowly fades from her memory. She wasn't supposed to remember anything, yet she does. Twenty years or so pass and they run into eachother again. They catch up and realize the true love they feel for eachother. They spend their days together, but somethings bothered him since the day her sa her again; she wasn't supposed to remember him. It's his job to figure out why she never forgot him and why he was there with her. The major theme in Sundays at Tiffany's was basically, love conquers all. Even though years have passed since the day they saw eachother, Michael and Jane still thought about eachother and still loved eachother, though the age difference was high. hen her mother hurt her as a little girl and twenty years later, Michael was still there to comfort her so she couldnt feel the pain and so she felt loved. when they saw eachother they still had the love for one one another as they did the last time they saw eachother, but it was more meaningful and deeper than they would have ever thought. James Patterson did a very good job portraying the characters' emotions and personalitites. He describes each characters feeling about what there going through so precisley. It feels as if you can personallly connect to everyone in the story. Patterson does a wonderful job including enough detail in each chapter, but includes a little twist at the end of each chapter, urging you to read on. What Patterson doesn't do is include a lot of background knowledge about the whole story line, so your jumping around trying to understand exactly what's happening. The book is split into to point of views, Jane and Michael, talking about what's going on in their eyes while on their journey together. Overall, he did a fantastic job telling the love story between an unforgettable friend, and how they try to survive the world together. He puts so much emotion and interest into these characters, it makes their story believable and memorable. Anyone who's interested in romance and quick but more challenging read will enjoy this book. Most teenage girls and young adults, even older couples may enjoy this romantic novel. It is like your modern- day fairy tale. If you liked the author's writing style, I would check out some of his other books, including other romance and many murder mystery books. Yet, Sundays at Tiffany's was truly a great and touching book.
This was a beautiful, heart warming story! I loved it! First time reading James Patterson, I love it so much i have purchased several more of his books. easy to read and the story captures your heart!
I loved this book. About halfway through I got a feeling in my gut that I wasn't going to like the ending but I love the way they finished this book. It's heartwarming, inspiring and gives you back the belief that true love does exist.
I was lent this book by a friend and I had my doubts (she is a die-hard Nicholas Sparks fan, while I gravitate toward romances of a smuttier variety) but I was pleasantly surprised! The story line was excellent and the characters are wonderful! The chapters are relatively short which offers many chances to put it down... if you can!
James Patterson writes a love story with a twist. The book is a page turner, but is not realistic in any way. However, that's the beauty of the book. If you want a sweet, romantic escape, not with a complex plot; this is a good choice.
Sundays at Tiffiny's was truly a wonderful book. It was very original and I loved reading it. I felt the connection between the two main characters was amazing. I would deffinatly read it again sometime and I suggest to only adults and mature people because of the language and certain "scenes."
what a great feel good book. I lent it to my friends and they all loved it too. It's a wonderful escape from everyday life. Recommend!!
I've often wondered about people who had an "imaginary friend," when they were a child.that is, what was like for them to have someone to play with when they were alone, for then, "they truly weren't alone were they?" James Patterson seems to have gotten to the heart of the matter for those who had an "imaginary friend" in "Sundays at Tiffany." For Patterson not only answers the question in all of us of what it would be like to have an imaginary friend, but vividly allows one to experience it and then takes it a step farther.answering the question of, "what if I could meet my secret friend later in life," the one who loved me unconditionally and truly cared about me? This is "must read" for those of us who enjoy delving into a bit of the imaginary side of life, and the "real side of life" for those who had an imaginary friend.
Born to affluence and fame, Jane Margaux grew up lonely with one exception. While her famous producer mother Broadway creates musicals and her father preferred spending quality time with his second wife in Nantucket, her only friend and companion is Michael, who provided her solace even if he was only imaginary. However, when she turned eight, Michael informs her he will no longer be with her though he will always be her best friend.
Over two decades later, Jane remains lonely even with a boyfriend and neurotic though she works for her mother. No one would believe she is Vivienne¿s daughter as she is treated scornfully and horrifically. As Jane produces her first play based on her childhood with Michael, he returns bringing light into Jane¿s dark life. They fall in love as each find their groove with one another; but Michael fears he will not be allowed to stay with his beloved as adults are not supposed to remember imaginary friends while she has never forgotten him especially since he left her once before.
This contemporary romantic fantasy is an enchanting tale in which Jane breaks the rules of imaginary friends by somehow always remembering her Michael. The story line effortlessly switches from preadolescence in which he is a sort of guardian big brother to her to and adult love story. Although the standard operating procedures of what an imaginary friend does and does not do and the laws of physics that govern the relationship between a child and their buddy are lacking so that the audience cannot fully appreciate the heroine¿s breaking the barrier, fans will enjoy it happened to Jane.
A lonely girl and an imaginary friend who is not so imaginary.
I throughly enjoyed this book, I finished it in 2 days. It is a very sweet story with an odd ending I must say. So much happens in the last 5 chapters and its almost rushed unlike the majority of the story. I liked the characters and the style of writing changing between characters point of view. Quick easy read!
The book was quite good! I found it to be a bit 'out there' in some parts, but really started to enjoy it once Michael came back into the picture. It was an easy read and I finished it in a couple days. I love that the chapters are nice and short! Sometimes I wish I could meet Jane and Michael( :
I'm not typically much into romance novels and typically prefer legal thrillers and such, but I found myself completely engrossed in this book. What a warm heartfelt book. It was a wonderful little escape from reality.
The idea that your childhood imaginary friend can actually come to life is different and appealing. Michael unexpectedly comes back into Jane's life when she's grown-up and provides companionship, comfort, and love. The story is sweet and charming and the two main characters are lovable. Set in New York City, you get the feel for the life of a city girl and some recognizable landmarks.
An unrealistic love story that becomes true. This is a great beach book for those who want to escape reality and live in a true love story.
This is another one of James Patterson's GREAT books. I am an avid fan of Mr. Patterson's books--both his mysteries and the fiction novels. This story captivated me from the first page--it is a very touching, romantic story of friends, dreams, imagination and reality. The characters make you want to help them and keep you hoping everything works out for the best right to the end.
This is a great "what if" book. I loved the idea of really having an imaginary friend. This was an easy, fast read and took me by surprise. I never expected something this touching from James Patterson. I love his books and really follow his characters but this book was unlike anything I have ever read before from him. I wouldn't say it is his best book but it is funny and touching and romantic. Just a nice entertaining book for a cold night and a cup of tea!
This book grabbed me because of the little girl inside of Jane. I loved how vulnerable she was and how she's always getting stepped on, but she had Michael there to help her through it all, at least she did at first. However, I think that it was very fast-paced, and it could have provided a little bit more detail about the relationship between Jane and Michael. Other than that, I think this book is great for anyone who feels, or has ever felt, alone.
Does James Patterson give Nicholas Sparks a run for his money for this sweet romantic tale or is it the other way around - either way - was a good read for up in the mountains, at the cabin, in front of the fireplace with a glass (three) of wine !!!!!!
Great love story, romantic, and touching. Characters are great and unique. Written very well. Read this is one day!
James Patterson has taken an enduring part of a child's life (imaginary friend) and given it a twist of reality. Who would have thought that "our" best friends from childhood would ever be real? I enjoyed the twist and the love story that warmed the heart. Another "must read"!
this is one of my favorite books by him. pattersons penmenship is unrivaled. once i got started it was hard to put down and keep me involved the whole way throught the book. you were never sure what was going to happen next; which distinguishes the boys from the men in writing.