2013 Book #7: Breakfast at Tiffany’s
Breakfast at Tiffany’s isn’t anything like what I expected. For that matter, Truman Capote isn’t, either. I guess I didn’t know what to expect. I haven’t seen the movie, and, even though I know exactly nothing about Capote, I’ve always kind of arbitrarily lumped him in with Albert Camus. Maybe because they both have such […]