Holly Golightly, glittering socialite traveller, generally upwards, sometimes sideways and once in a while down. Shes up all night drinking cocktails and breaking hearts. Shes a shoplifter, a delight, a drifter, a tease. She hasnt got a past.She doesnt want to belong to anything or anyone. Not to Rusty Trawler, the blue-chinned, cuff-shooting millionaire man about women about town. Not to Salvatore Sally Tomato, the Mafia sugar-daddy doing life in Sing Sing. Not to a starving writer. Not even to her one-eyed rag-bag pirate of a cat. One day Holly might find somewhere she belongs. Until then shes travelling.