Breakfast at Tiffany's
Registered by gill846 of Victoria, British Columbia Canada on 5/11/2004
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
This Book is Currently in the Wild!
3 journalers for this copy...
Well, having been unable to make it through both the book AND the movie, I have decided that I'm happy to limit my exposure to Breakfast at Tiffany's to the Gin Blossoms' song. :-)
On its way to radar-bookie. Enjoy!
On its way to radar-bookie. Enjoy!
Received by mail yesterday from gill846, and finished in two sittings. While the title story was exquisite (and surprising!), the rest of the collection did not move me. Read "Breakfast at Tiffany's" and skip the rest, is my recommendation.
Journal Entry 3 by radar-bookie at Bridgehead - Bank and Third in Ottawa, Ontario Canada on Monday, August 9, 2004
Release planned for Tuesday, August 10, 2004 at Bridgehead Coffeehouse on Third & Bank (Glebe) in Ottawa, Ontario Canada.
Releasing at the Meetup - 7:00 p.m. at the back of the shop.
Releasing at the Meetup - 7:00 p.m. at the back of the shop.
I didn’t realize this was a collection of short stories.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s – a writer recounts his tale of knowing the damaged party girl Holiday Golightly.
House of Flowers – a whore falls in love and gives up the life she knows.
A Diamond Guitar – platonic love affair between an old man and a young boy who are imprisoned together.
A Christmas Memory – a beautiful recounting of a childhood memory / innocence and how it is transformed over time.
Around 2/3 of the book is the Breakfast at Tiffany’s story that focuses on a slightly crazy good-time girl named Miss Holiday Golightly. She sounds like my kind of people. The story is told from the point of view of a writer/admirer who lived in the same building as she and fell in love with this tragic flower.
I have the movie on DVD and I’m very excited about seeing it for the first time. I can only imagine how excellent Audrey Hepburn would be as the alluring Miss Golightly.
I thought House of Flowers was a bit of a miss, but I enjoyed A Diamond Guitar and A Christmas Memory as well, or not as much as Breakfast at Tiffany’s… obviously.
Quotes:
The older I grow, that side of things seems to be on my mind more and more. I don’t remember thinking about it so much even when I was a youngster and it’s every other minute. Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.
“Oh, you get used to anything,” I said, annoyed with myself, for actually I was proud of the place.
“I don’t. I’ll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.”
Like many people with a bold fondness for volunteering intimate information, anything that suggested a direct question, a pinning-down, put her on guard.
“I don’t mean I’d mind being rich and famous. That’s very much on my schedule, and some day I’ll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I’d like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together.
“Nobody loves naughtiness.”
“Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid.”
The average personality reshapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul – desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change.
They would never change because they’d been given their character too soon; which, like sudden riches, leads to a lack of proportion.
Everybody has to feel superior to somebody. But it’s customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.
You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky.
If you let yourself love a wild thing you’ll end up looking at the sky.
The answer is good things only happen to you if you’re good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest – I’d rob a grave, I’d steal two-bits off a dead man’s eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day’s enjoyment – but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn’t being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other’s sure to.
I’m very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on for ever. Not knowing what’s yours until you’ve thrown it away.
Breakfast at Tiffany’s – a writer recounts his tale of knowing the damaged party girl Holiday Golightly.
House of Flowers – a whore falls in love and gives up the life she knows.
A Diamond Guitar – platonic love affair between an old man and a young boy who are imprisoned together.
A Christmas Memory – a beautiful recounting of a childhood memory / innocence and how it is transformed over time.
Around 2/3 of the book is the Breakfast at Tiffany’s story that focuses on a slightly crazy good-time girl named Miss Holiday Golightly. She sounds like my kind of people. The story is told from the point of view of a writer/admirer who lived in the same building as she and fell in love with this tragic flower.
I have the movie on DVD and I’m very excited about seeing it for the first time. I can only imagine how excellent Audrey Hepburn would be as the alluring Miss Golightly.
I thought House of Flowers was a bit of a miss, but I enjoyed A Diamond Guitar and A Christmas Memory as well, or not as much as Breakfast at Tiffany’s… obviously.
Quotes:
The older I grow, that side of things seems to be on my mind more and more. I don’t remember thinking about it so much even when I was a youngster and it’s every other minute. Maybe the older you grow and the less easy it is to put thought into action, maybe that’s why it gets all locked up in your head and becomes a burden.
“Oh, you get used to anything,” I said, annoyed with myself, for actually I was proud of the place.
“I don’t. I’ll never get used to anything. Anybody that does, they might as well be dead.”
Like many people with a bold fondness for volunteering intimate information, anything that suggested a direct question, a pinning-down, put her on guard.
“I don’t mean I’d mind being rich and famous. That’s very much on my schedule, and some day I’ll try to get around to it; but if it happens, I’d like to have my ego tagging along. I want to still be me when I wake up one fine morning and have breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
I don’t want to own anything until I know I’ve found the place where me and things belong together.
“Nobody loves naughtiness.”
“Yearning. Not stupid. He wants awfully to be on the inside staring out: anybody with their nose pressed against a glass is liable to look stupid.”
The average personality reshapes frequently, every few years even our bodies undergo a complete overhaul – desirable or not, it is a natural thing that we should change.
They would never change because they’d been given their character too soon; which, like sudden riches, leads to a lack of proportion.
Everybody has to feel superior to somebody. But it’s customary to present a little proof before you take the privilege.
You can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky.
If you let yourself love a wild thing you’ll end up looking at the sky.
The answer is good things only happen to you if you’re good. Good? Honest is more what I mean. Not law-type honest – I’d rob a grave, I’d steal two-bits off a dead man’s eyes if I thought it would contribute to the day’s enjoyment – but unto-thyself-type honest. Be anything but a coward, a pretender, an emotional crook, a whore: I’d rather have cancer than a dishonest heart. Which isn’t being pious. Just practical. Cancer may cool you, but the other’s sure to.
I’m very scared, Buster. Yes, at last. Because it could go on for ever. Not knowing what’s yours until you’ve thrown it away.
Journal Entry 6 by rem_jaybird1977 at -- Controlled Release in Ottawa, Ontario Canada on Wednesday, September 1, 2004
Released 19 yrs ago (9/2/2004 UTC) at -- Controlled Release in Ottawa, Ontario Canada
WILD RELEASE NOTES:
RELEASE NOTES:
giving this to MC at lunch tomorrow.
giving this to MC at lunch tomorrow.
