Claire cannot believe her fortune – although she is merely a cleaner in this small but packed museum, she has the opportunity to be surrounded, for the first time in her young life, by all this beautiful art. With the exception of Linda, her supervisor, she is virtually alone with these stunning paintings every night. And while she knows she needs to focus on the cleaning, as Linda keeps insisting, she cannot take her eyes off some of the paintings, particularly the one of Matisse’s family, the one with his handsome son. And then when something magical happens, her life changes in ways she could never have imagined.
This book is imaginative, creative, one might even call it playful – but honestly, in my opinion, incredibly boring. Once the magical idea is revealed, it feels like the author isn’t quite sure what to do with it and the story meanders, repeats, and flounders. The characters are as flat as the paintings they are caught up in and have woefully less color. Jean, Claire’s love interest, is annoyingly perfect, and none of the other characters are developed beyond what is absolutely necessary for the miserly plot line.
Once again, I feel we have a clever idea tragically executed. A magical disappointment!
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