Classics · Fiction

Breakfast at Tiffany’s by Truman Capote

What is it about?

In this Gatsby-esque story we see young runaway Holiday Golightly (or is that Lulamae Barnes?) through the eyes of an unnamed male character (named by Holiday as both ‘Fred’ and ‘Buster’) who stumbles into her life when she stumbles into his apartment via the window. She throws mad parties and has all sorts of wicked friends, from mafia bosses to stuttering super models. She has loose morals that she sticks to strictly, and a nameless cat that hates all who step into her unfurnished New York apartment. She seems to care about three things only; money, sex and her brother. But she needs someone to care about her – or does she?

Is it any good?

This is a charming little book that is worth anyone’s time. I can’t say that there is a single page -or even a single line – that didn’t make me think or smile or captivate me in some way. The characters are all unique and charming, none moreso than Holiday ‘Holly’ Golightly who is a true enigma. I just cannot recommend this quirky novelette enough. Everyone who can cope with the casual racism and homophobia (particularly with regards to lesbians – that said, Holly is heavily implied to be bisexual and says that she thinks anyone should be free to marry any man or woman they like – it is more the language used that could be considered offensive) that was considered normal in Capote’s day should read this book.

Rating: 9/10

How long did it take to read: two days

For fans of: The Great Gatsby, John Green heroines, strong female leads, feminism

This book tastes like: warm croissants on a sunny Sunday morning


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