I spent some time with my first edition printing of Breakfast at Tiffany’s today. I already read when I first received it but there are a few stories at the end I hadn’t gotten to, and part of me wants to read them all right now and another part of me wants to leave the book alone so I don’t mess anything up. It’s in pretty good condition for being so old, and I’d like to keep it that way. If you can’t tell from the picture, I keep it wrapped up in tissue paper.

But the whole time I was looking at it I was just thinking about its history.

Who first bought it? How many owners has it had? What were they doing while they were reading it? What were they thinking? How’d they feel when the movie came out? (Also, how did I end up with such an awesome boyfriend that bought this for me? Why can’t books still cost $3.50 [middle picture on the right]?)

I wish they had a “bookfax” like that CarFax thing - I want to know where it’s been and who held it and did they read it on a train or in bed or in a café (but hopefully not on the toilet…), etc.

Books are cool. Old books are really cool.

I hope this is better than the reviews it’s received. I was trying to pick out a book yesterday, and the store I was in had a really really awful selection so I was going to leave empty-handed (and sad), but I felt drawn to this book for some reason. Has anyone read it? I’ve seen posts on this author’s other books on Tumblr but none for this one yet.

Gonna get started reading!

Irresponsible purchase? Nahhh.

I took some extra money with me today when I went out, just in case I ended up stopping to get a new battery for my car. Had to get the poor thing towed home yesterday:


But then I went to Target and used some of that money to buy a book instead. Oops.


But look at that thing of beauty! I’ve been reading mostly ebooks lately for convenience (I moved in with my grandmother so she wouldn’t be alone after my grandfather died, and I don’t really have a lot of space at her house for actual books), so I’m pretty excited to have a book with pages that I can feel and smell and hold. <3

I don’t think I’ve ever thought this highly of a book that left me with so many questions and mixed feelings.

I’m not going to summarize it because you can find that anywhere (here: goodreads.com) and if you’re searching through the tags, chances are you’ve probably already read it. If you haven’t, by the way, I suggest getting out of the tag asap. I was scrolling through last night before I finished and someone posted what I assumed at the time was the last line (I was right), and it did ruin it a bit. So, run! (But, you know, come back after.)

I’ve noticed that a lot of people are making comparisons between this and The Book Thief. I haven’t read The Book Thief (and don’t plan to any time soon) so I obviously can’t weigh in on that.

So anyway, let me get the not-so-good parts out of the way first:

  • There were times when I didn’t enjoy the writing. I know, I’m insane. But there were too many passages where I just did not enjoy at all how things were written. I had a similar, but not exact, feeling toward a previous book that I posted about: The Lost Conspiracy.
  • I read once… and I forget where I read this from but I want to say it was a list of writing tips, maybe from Pixar? Don’t quote me on that. This isn’t verbatim, but it said something like how it’s okay for people to coincidentally get themselves into trouble, but not okay to coincidentally get themselves out of it. Something like that. And this book made me think of that because some of the ways in which his messages came to him, when he seemingly out of the blue realized what he had to do, were like ehhhh. Of course, that’s not true for all 12 messages. But a few of them.
  • The end. When everything was revealed to him. It left me with more questions than answers, honestly. But in some ways it’s okay… I mean, in order to get what the book was about, I don’t believe that you necessarily have to have all the answers to the questions in my mind. But still, I would have liked for things to be a little more clear.

In spite of those things, though, this was a fantastic book that made me refuse to go to sleep last night until I finished it. And then I stayed awake in bed for a while after just thinking about it. 

No one is limited to just being ordinary. 

I highlighted three quotes from the book that I’m going to end with.

Sometimes people are beautiful. Not in looks. Not in what they say. Just in what they are. (That one is obviously pretty well-known).

Big things are often just small things that are noticed.

And this last one, which probably touched me the most for reasons I don’t quite know, and might be my favorite line in the book:

I can smell the sex on her, and my only hope is that she can smell the love on me.