Her name was Holly Golightly. She was nineteen. She wore dark glasses, played the guitar, loved reading tabloid newspapers and travel brochures, smoked Pall Mall cigarettes and ate cheese with toasted crackers. She looked like a beautiful carefree butterfly, though she knew perfectly well what she wanted to get out of this life…
“...Holly Golightly is the woman we fall in love with, whether we want to or not. It seems to me that every woman has something of Holly Golightly.”
Truman Capote
The book “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” is as essential a part of your library as the little black dress is a part of your wardrobe.