Evocative of a gritty time when New York City was not just one big Starbucks, Patti Smith’s “Just Kids” is a finalist for a National Book Award. This was one of my favorites from this year not only because I have been accused of being an aging hipster. For the record, I am too young to have participated in late 1970’s early 80’s CBGB crowd antics. I do, however, love a book that not only recounts experiences of a personal nature, but captures a moment in time, good or bad.
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