Reviewed by Jay Gilbertson
This is the book, the novel, the one to push this particular genre all the way to the top of your list of—mushball! Honestly. They do not get any more heart-grippingly maudlin or filled with more goo or zipped up all nice and pretty with the happiest ending EVER!
So, I figured it would be ideal to have this story be your Christmas goo-gift to consider giving or reading for the ticket to wonderland it truly is. We all need to escape and what better way to do that than to disappear into a sappy story packed with angst and forlorn plot-twists and ice cream. Famous, New York Times bestselling author James Patterson has stepped away from his thrillers to pen a really different kind of story.
Meet Vivienne Margaux, rich, famous and stunningly beautiful. Plastic surgery to her is like buying new shoes; a must. She’s a New York Broadway producer and self-made husband hunter. Her one and only child, Jane, (as in so very plain) at the age of eight, is a self-proclaimed loner. She lives the life of privilege, at the price, well, the price is what this story is built on and around. Oh, and one more element that plays a huge role in this tale of lonely rich girl looking for love in all the wrong places; Michael.
“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.”
Bam! You know you want to find out more about this psycho-girl with the made up dude right? Here’s a little dab more and of course the writing is good, author Patterson has been at it for years.
“I will never forget that day, in the same way that someone who survived the Titanic can’t just put it out of her pretty little head. People always remember the worst day of their lives. It becomes part of them forever. So I remember my ninth birthday with piercing clarity.”
And though I’m billing this as a top-rate mush-ball tale, it has some really poignant moments too and those are maybe what set this particular tale apart. Most romance stories have the perfect couple meeting, losing one another and then, after all sorts of fire and brimstone, they meet at last once again and then they kiss. Well, this story may end well, but to get there is a great deal more work, but along the way there are these little gems;
“I don’t know,” said Michael. “Maybe beauty, true beauty, is so overwhelming, it goes straight to our hearts. Maybe it makes us feel emotions that are locked away inside.”
And one more to really get you;
“He finally opened the door, and his eyes took in the room. A nurse sat by the side of the bed, watching a heart monitor. What he saw next took his breath away. His hand went up to his mouth, but a gasp escaped anyway.”
Within this story are woven the many truths about love, loss and letting go and yet, in the end, all there is—is love.