As Holly would say: Bon chers amis,
Good morning! Good afternoon! Good day! And welcome to the true story behind ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and the domino effect the movie had on the modern woman by introducing a good girl yet still a prostitute to the big screen – or so the book jacket boasts.
“… There was always sex in Hollywood, but before ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s', only the bad girls were having it.”

Over lunch several weeks ago, my girlfriend KG exclaimed ‘Guess who I am going to meet tonight?’
To which I replied, ‘Who?’ {…inner monologue screaming Madonna, Britney, Leonard Nimoy}
‘Sloane Crosley,’ KG replied excitedly.
‘Ohhhh,’ I answered vacantly. {No idea, folks. No idea.} But turns out this lovely had written a few books – one about cake and one with a bear on the cover. As KG expressed her love for Sloane’s wit and honesty, I realized here was an author that should make her way to my list. Lo and behold, a few days later I had both books from KG … ‘signed, sealed, delivered … I’m yours!’
“These streets will make you feel brand new.
Big lights will inspire you.
Let’s hear it for New York.”