Remember that cheesy early 2000's song..the one that starts "And I said what about Breakfast at Tiffany's... she said I think I remember that film.." I've had that fucking song in my head for the last week.. well more like that ugly chorus probably cause I've been reading this short story for no apparent reason. I've been trying to hold of on reading this (like do I really NEED to? NO.) but I had to YES.
I forgot how much I like Capote's writing. I like this story. I like Holly Golightly and will admit I wish I had her lifestyle, her repertoire. I love the POV of the narrator. You never know who he is, except he is a aspiring writer. Holly is mysterious, but it all unravels and when you think she would loose her cool, she doesn't and never will. Men love her and women hate her. I denno... her no name cat (no name cause they don't own each other) is rad too. I'm sure this is a favorite amongst glamor girls across America.
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