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Come enjoy your Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Oooooh, a blog post inspired by an Audrey Hepburn movie marathon, a.k.a. the queen of all movie marathons. Gather your chairs near me and put on your best little black dress. You cannot go lightly into the world of Golightly.

I will come right out and say it. I effing love Audrey Hepburn with the power of a thousand gleaming pearls. She was classy, she was the epitome of style, she was cultured, she was a wonderful person who donated her time to UNICEF.

She's my favorite, y'all. Hands down.

One of the top three contenders (it's a three way tie between it, Funny Face, and Roman Holiday. I can't choose. Please don't make me. They're all so good) is Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Which comes from a book. See- all good things come from books! I also have an Audrey Hepburn biography- coincidentally, also a book. BOOKS BRING YOU JOY, PEOPLE. LOVE THE BOOKS.

Ahem. Back to our regularly scheduled post.

The book and the movie don't really...mesh. I know Holly Golightly is a prostitute. In the movie though...it's Audrey Hepburn. You can't really look at her and think 'ew, dirty!'. You think 'ohmygod I want to be her'.

Or, well, I do. Anyway! In the original book, she's a buxom blonde bombshell. Capote originally wanted Marilyn Monroe to play her in the film. The two characters are nothing alike, but they both have their own charm.

Admittedly, I don't know as much about the book. I read it once, I didn't hate it, but I wasn't dazzled. I've seen the movie more times than I can count. It's not really a fair race.

I don't think I'll ever have a cat named Cat, mostly because I'm not a huge feline lover. I did, however, name my car....

Car.

And whenever I sit in it to drive somewhere, thinking 'Good morning/afternoon/evening, Car'..

I feel a little bit like Holly Golightly. And that can never be a bad thing.

No matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself

-Breakfast at Tiffany's

Ode to the Discount Books

(or, Lit Slut has a cold and isn't capable of coming up with anything good. Sleep deprivation equals humor? What? Who? )

Hi, My name is Lit Slut.

(Hiiiiiii, lit slut.)
I am addicted to discounted books


What is it with discounted books? Regular price, 20-25 (on average) books, we can run away from. I can go 'I only have 40 bucks, so I can only buy two- I'll think another day on which two of the two hundred they'll be this time'.
But when there's that little sticker shouting '3.99! Buy me! You won't get this chance again!'
Well, I'm not one to disobey a sticker. They hold a certain kind of authority.

And if they have an ADDITIONAL sticker, on top of the original sale one- proclaiming 'seriously, Lit Slut. Nobody wanted me. I'm so cheap, I feel so lonely. Please take me home and shelve me, allowing me to warm myself between your friendly books. Please!'

I can't help it. I am a weird person, yes, but I feel responsible! I feel compelled! I should take it home! I must! Why not? Who is it hurting? (wow, excessive punctuation. Sorry e.e. cummings, it's not in the poetic way, it's simply passion, or insanity. Take your pick. Moving on..)

Plus, the fact that I work in a coffee shop attached to a huge book retailer does not help. It does not help at all. All you book store employees? Stop me! I have an addiction! You are enablers, you lot!

Kidding. You're all lovely. I'm a huge fan of the vests.

I'm not going to lie and say I don't find cool things. I found a wicked copy of The Canterbury Tales, a classic I've been meaning to buy for a long time, not in paperback but in oversized hardcover. Three columns per page, illustrations at the beginning of every tale, it's glorious. I adore it.

A small book of Chesterton essays, which I blame a certain english teacher on exposing me to.

The Iliad, to snuggle nicely next to the Odyssey, a greek duet made in the heavens.

Well, I look at it this way- if I hadn't bought them, I wouldn't have enough reading material to get me through this gross common cold. (The cold is another pet peeve of mine- it's common! It's boring! Saying 'I have a cold' is way less interesting than whimpering 'I have a rare disease that turns me a vibrant magenta.' Moving on! Oh, the post is finished. Good day, then!)