Jane is a lovely 32-year-old woman with an overbearing, highly critical mother and a gorgeous, insincere boyfriend. The best times of her life were indisputedly spent with her beloved Michael...her imaginary childhood friend, who saved her from years of loneliness when her mother viewed her as simply an inconvenience. And although Michael has been gone from her life for the better part of 23 years, he has never been absent from her heart...a decidedly unusual thing, since children are supposed to forget their imaginary friends immediately when they have to move on to another child that needs them.... On the heels of her hugely successful Broadway play Thank Heaven, Jane is basking in the afterglow. It is, after all about a little girl and her imaginary friend...somewhat autobiographical, certainly. When Jane spots the love of her life in one of their favorite haunts--the St. Regis--she is in disbelief. Can it really be Michael? Is he real--or is she losing her mind? And more importantly....what is he doing here now?
A nice story, but falling far short of that fabulous tear-jerker, Suzanne's Diary For Nicholas. Although JP has tried, in my opinion he has never quite recaptured that magic in this genre. In this delightful tale, however, he comes closer that he has in quite some time.
This book was absolutely touching and unique. A girl has an imaginary friend when she's younger, and later when she grows up, she finds that he just may be the love of her life. I was sad when this book ended- it's written so well I wish it had been much longer! Very engaging story.
Those are the two movies this reminded me of. Only the imaginary friend isn't full of hijinks like Fred, but goodness, looking out for his kids like a fairy oddparent. Once they turn nine though, he disappears, forever, erasing all memory of him. Except for Jane. She doesn't forget, and when they meet again years later, he is shocked, surprised and elated that she remembers him. Then starts the romance, which for me was just odd. Its like growing up and hooking up with your old babysitter, or godparent. … more