Quite juicy.

If you’re into photography, music or bohemian New York in the sixties and seventies, this book is an absolute-hands-down-must-read for you.

“In Just Kids, Patti Smith’s first book of prose, the legendary American artist offers a never-before-seen glimpse of her remarkable relationship with photographer Robert Mapplethorpe (before he realized he was gay) in the epochal days of New York City and the Chelsea Hotel in the late sixties and seventies.

…Just Kids begins as a love story and ends as an elegy. It serves as a salute to New York City during the late sixties and seventies and to its rich and poor, its hustlers and hellions. A true fable, it is a portrait of two young artists' ascent, a prelude to fame.”

Quite lovely.