Claire Voyante has a problem (and it’s not her name). She has these dreams. Vivid, detailed … and they seem to come true — or, at the very least, they seem to have a basis in real life. And ever since her eccentric grandmother, Kiki, gave Claire a black and white cameo, they’ve been in black and white. They’re also somehow connected to Claire’s new friend, Becca, and her ketchup-magnate family. It’s up to Claire to figure out how and why … if she can.
This book is a little bit of everything: a little bit of romance, a little bit of New York fashion plate, a little bit of eccentric relatives (besides the grandma, Claire’s dad is a French professor, and Claire’s mom writes an astrology column). Stir all that together with a lot of mystery, and you pretty much have this book down. That’s not to say it isn’t a fun book; on the contrary, it is quite fun. There’s a lot to balance in the book, but it all works together to form a cohesive whole picture: Claire has a fabulous life, which draws the reader in. Sure, the plot is a bit predictable, and the reader can see the ending long before Claire got there, but file it under guilty pleasure and enjoy.
Rated: Mild, for mild swearing