Book Review: Breakfast at Tiffany’s (in real time)

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(Monday, March 18, 2019, 9:30 pm)

I’m reading Breakfast at Tiffany’s to distract myself. It’s totally working. I don’t normally sit and read just one fictional book at a time because I get so sucked into it. I will probably have a bit of a crash when I finish it. But whatever. Maybe if I write it down here, I’ll be more able to keep it in perspective. Maybe.

It’s so good! I have always LOVED the movie. It’s one of my favorites. I didn’t actually even know it was a book originally. The movie is really very faithful to the book, so far, from what I remember. It’s been a long time since I saw it last. I always sort of secretly wished I could be a little bit more like Holly Golightly. But all the characters in the book are just so FASCINATING! It’s not even that they’re all super dramatic, either. That would get old and not be very realistic. They’re just described in such interesting ways. They have their stereotypical characteristics, but they also really diverge from the stereotypes, as real people generally do, and they do it in very interesting ways. It makes me want to write stories with well developed characters. I haven’t been doing that, sort of intentionally, but I could do it, I think. I don’t know if I could ever be as good at it as Truman Capote, but just trying would be a worthy endeavor.

I am currently reading 94 books. That’s too many. I would much rather keep it under 50 at one time. So I’m trying to finish up some of them quickly to get the list down to something more manageable. I’ve already finished two this week. I expect to finish Breakfast at Tiffany’s soon. But, unfortunately, there are way more non-fiction books in there than fiction (75 vs. 19). I like to have a little more balance. At some point, I will want to add in some more fiction. It could be poetry or prose, erotic or not, illustrated or not, classic or modern, whatever. I’m easy.

(10:45 pm)

I just finished Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It was so sad. Now I’m sad. Now I remember why I switched to reading exclusively romance novels when I started reading again after high school, before I figured out if I just read way too many books all at once, with a bunch of non-fiction thrown in, that I could stay somewhat detached. I’m so sad.

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