Just Kids by Patti Smith, the second book I read. And just like with the first, I did not want it to end. She was so graceful, so conservative in her tellings of brushes with greatness. Meeting the legends of her time, telling stories about them like an outsider, never questioning her place. I am also always in awe when a true artists lets us inside, to catch a glimpse of their daily lives. I LOVED reading about the shitty food she ate, and her pure adoration of it, like it was the tastiest shit ever.
