It reeks of: Anything Nicholas Sparks has written, without the over-dramatic description.
Who you’d know: James Patterson, award-winning author of Women’s Murder Club mystery books.
Synopsis: As a girl of eight, Jane has a fantastic imaginary friend named Michael, who helps her cope with her overbearing Broadway producer of a mother. But after her ninth birthday, he leaves her all alone. Twenty-three years later, Jane is even more confused in love, but still remembers her imaginary friend, who suddenly, and magically, reappears in her life.
Verdict: It’s dripping with sentimentality and really is a sappy, unrealistic love story, but I loved it all the same. The fact that the chapters were never more than 5 pages, and I finished it in a day, made it all the more enjoyable. I’ve never read James Patterson’s mysteries, but even though the events in this book are too far-fetched to even a hopeless romantic like me, and the characters were pretty one-dimensional, I still enjoyed the journey. Read it on a rainy summer day, or better yet, on the beach with a daiquiri in hand…it might make the outcome a little more believable.
