Wow! This was such a beautiful and wonderful story, only made more so by Smith's talent for writing. I swear, the love between Patti and Robert comes alive in the pages of this book. It did, however, depress me for two different reasons:1) The book starts out with Patti talking about the day Robert died. So you have to go through this whole magical journey with his death hanging over your end. And even though I knew it was coming, it still didn't soften the blow when he died. I totally cried.2) The life Patti Smith has lived and talks about in this book makes mine look like an absolute failure. Her life in NYC in the late 60s & 70s was just incredible. How so? She wrote a song inspired by Janis Joplin and sang it to her. Jimi Hendrix talked with her on the steps outside of a party one night. Andy Warhol AND Tennessee Williams went to a performance of a play she was in. Salvador Dali patted her on the head. Bob Dylan saw her first performance with her newly formed band. The list goes on and on. It's almost unbelievable to me that all of those things could have possibly happened. Unfortunately, I am too young and too ignorant to fully comprehend all the of name-dropping Smith does in her book.