Tiff like in Breakfast at Tiffany's,' he says. 'Right?'

I couldn't be more shocked. 'Um... yes, that's right - it's an old movie.'

'Is it? Don't watch that much TV. I've only heard of the book - got it at home. I bought it 'cause Truman Capote wrote it. I was stoked by In Cold Blood. He wrote that, too. You read it?'

'No.'

'Aw, you gotta. It rocks.'

I look away as if I've been suddenly distracted by something out the window. It's my version of the pause button. There's a lot of information to process. Here's a boy my own age; he shakes my hand, he talks to me - not just to ask directions to the toilet - and he reads books.

Heathcliff?

Author: Bill Condon