Having recently read and enjoyed her Just Kids, I was delighted when I found a copy of this in my office, and read it immediately. It's a very cute little book, first published in the US by Hanuman Books in 1992 as a limited edition, and in a slightly different form. It is a collection of fragmentary reflections and memories, mostly about Patti Smith's childhood, some of which is dreamlike and oblique. Other parts are crystal clear and unsettling - especially her memory of seeing her dog killed by a truck. She does write beautifully and evocatively, and apparently the writing of this book helped her out of depression, and she says on the back of the book: 'Everything contained in this little book is true, and written just like it was. The writing of it drew me from my strange torpor and I hope that in some measure it will fill the reader with a vague and curious joy'. I wouldn't say it did that for me, I found it quite melancholy, but it is beautifully done.