Or my Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
Nothing says class like a pair of giants lips.
Saturday morning was the second official meeting of my two-person book club, and as regular readers might recall, the book choice for this session was Truman Capote’s “Breakfast at Tiffany’s.”
Since Chicago just happens to have a Tiffany’s, Kasey and I had no choice but to meet there for breakfast. Between the doughnuts here and the East of Eden sandwich at our first meeting, we’re creating a trend here.
We haven’t chosen our next book yet, but if we keep to trend it’ll probably be something along the lines of Like Water for Chocolate or Inge’s Picnic, anything we can build around food, really. What can I say? I like to read and I like to eat.
Particularly giants lips in feathered nests.
“Breakfast at Tiffany’s” is one of the few book-to-film adaptations that have eclipsed the original. This is not to say the the movie is better than the book, but I think I can definitely say that it is the more famous of the two. Another example could be Brokeback Mountain. While most film adaptations feel disappointing, largely because they lack the richness of the source material, I think these two examples work well because they are adapted from short stories or novellas.
With the novel, something almost always has to get cut. With the short story/novella there is room to do the entire story justice and even to expand.
Still, Tiffany’s is a classy place.
This is not to say all we did was compare the film and book, while we sat in the nearby Pottery Barn and discussed, but I’ll admit, it was a good chunk of it. After breakfast and discussion, we did a little Holly Golightly inspired shopping, where I got an awesome White House/Black Market dress for about 15 bucks, after which we went back to my apartment and watched , yep, Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
And I am a classy gal.