I camped on a comfortable couch overlooking shelves of English Dictionaries and Grammar books. It was early enough so the bookstore was devoid of its familiar loiterers. I was alone, I could read and some sentimental sixty's music added to the ambiance.
Holly Golightly is a nice name. That was probably my first thought when I read the back blurb. It suited her quite well - beautiful, hypnotic, cajoling, confident, wild-spirited, happy-go-lucky. Perhaps the ballast of her existence: charisma. Perhaps, charm. They sound so alike.
What is it about Holly Golightly that people find so alluring? Other than the beauty and the sex?
She has this innocence about her: a 'sick' honesty (by society's standards). She acts on pure feeling and impulse. She does things without moral qualms (she is a kleptomaniac, for example). She simply doesn't see any moral implications.
I suppose some people are like that. People do things for 'kicks' or do not see the effects of their actions upon others (and there is a difference between not perceiving something and ignoring something you perceive).
In many ways Holly Golightly is just the nameless cat she owns: a scarred thug who lives off streets and thievery and other people's leftovers. They're both independent, as Holly goes on to say.
The book is a whirlwind of whims and the reserved narration of a penniless writer. I really liked it. Full of gangsters, playboys, Holly Golightly and lies.
My favourite part of the entire text would have to be:
Ms Holiday Golightly, travelling
Sums up the book from beginning to end, no?
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