Sunday, January 29, 2012

I think Just Kids is something really beautiful. I started reading it this week, at night, before going to sleep, and during the days I frequently find myself thinking about Patti Smith's voice and stories, looking forward to bedtime and getting back into that time and place with her.

The way I feel about literary criticism is that it should mostly be disregarded, but here's something not bad written by E. White about Just Kids.


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