I walked into the amazing and incredible Shakespeare & Co on Lexington Avenue today and asked for the lightest (both physically and intellectually) classic novel they sold.
A young assistant rightly suggested “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” by Truman Capote. He said he had just read it and it made him feel “late to the party.”
I too now see that I am very late to a very fun party. Twenty pages in and I can barely put it down. Exactly what I need to relax while I finish moving.
The other two books just sort of snuck into my bag.
More on Capote’s classic, and light, Miss Holiday Golightly to come.