The ending fell a bit flat for me. I understand why the author went there, but it did take something out from the joy I'd been having with this book. Other than that, I've been told this book is an accurate description of a certain way of life and I'm so glad I'm not part of it. Which is to say:
Read this, if you don't plan on having kids or already have all the ones you're going to have.
Don't read this, if you're planning on having kids.
And E says Capote didn't like people much. I wonder why.
Anyway, what little impression the titular novella and the other three short stories left was distasteful and ultimately forgettable. Luckily, I won't have any problem putting this out of my mind.
Although a blonde Audrey Hepburn is a weird mental image.