I have never been a big fan of Audrey Hepburn (Katherine, on the other
hand, is one of the loves of my life) and I’m really glad I’ve read this great
little novella before watching what is for me a vastly overrated and sappy
movie.
In the book, Holly is undeniably a lot more interesting than in the
movie – her joie de vivre is very much the same, but in the book she just
seems, well, deeper than in the film, and her charm doesn’t owe solely to her unique
approach to life but also to some more mysterious traits of her personality. Also,
to me the novella is much more about Holly than the movie (where too much importance
is, in my opinion, given to the one who at the end of the day is the unnamed
narrator of the book).
And the fact that she doesn’t find Cat, the cat (sorry, I had to write
it) and that the end of the book is not as cheesy as the movie’s final scene
really made me happy…
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