This week I read Truman Capote's novella 'Breakfast At Tiffany's', then I watched the movie inspired by it. The novella was a beautiful representation of the feeling of loving someone who used to be in your life, missing them, and remembering who they were to you. The character of Holly Golightly felt so enigmatic and real, and reminded me of a few people I've known in my life. The movie was pretty good, until the end, when it instantly became rubbish. I hate it. Pathetic. Thanks for listening!