Right now, you’re thinking to yourself, “Julia Cameron. Julia Cameron. That name sounds vaguely familiar.” And you’re right. She wrote The Artist’s Way that was pretty popular a few years ago.
Me being the unabashed cover slut that I am, I decided to read this one based on the pretty picture and the word “Mozart” in the title. Well, it was OK. The main character was incredibly whiny and spineless. I hate heroines like that. It reminds me of chick lit. What is it with chick lit anyway? All the heroines have to inept, whiny, incompetent, self-absorbed, and/or morally bankrupt? I hate that.
This heroine wasn’t that bad, she was only whiny and spineless. But she’s a medium. That was kind of interesting. The guy who moves in downstairs is a pianist practicing for a huge competition that could launch his career. His constant practicing drives her nuts, and she finds herself being annoyed by an old fashioned ghost with a sense of entitlement. He seems to think he’s all that and a Dr. Pepper. This is, of course, Mozart; and he wants her to tell the pianist what he (Mozart) thinks he should do with his playing to win the competition.
The premise was pretty good. The jacked up relationship with her mother and the equally annoying twin brother thing kind of detracted from the story. And did I mention the annoying main character? Yeah. It was just OK.