I first remember reading this when I was about 15; my mum had received the book as a freebie from Red magazine and I was also doing a cackhanded GCSE art project on ‘old Hollywood’. I’d become obsessed with Audrey Hepburn before it became the done thing. So, I devoured the book and marvelled at how different it was to the film.
A few years later, Benn took me to see the West End show with Anna Friel as Holly Golightly. I lost my favourite hat that night.
But the reason this book maintains such an importance for me is that I re-read the whole thing in the early stages of giving birth. Yup. I went 26 hours with my waters broken and false contractions and the hospital wouldn’t take me in just yet. I couldn’t sleep- pain, fluids- and I was too restless to watch TV. So I picked up the book again and read the whole thing in a couple of hours (it’s not a long book by any stretch of the imagination.)
I have no idea why I picked up Breakfast at Tiffany’s rather than, say, another book with short entries. I think it was a comfort thing, the grown up version of a favourite soft toy.