Interesting account. I really love Mapplethorpe's work but never really knew much about Patti Smith. Parts of the book are wonderful - magical memories of their time as early starving artists and the wonder of the Chelsea. Other parts read like a person reviewing their diary and seeing all they had written was what they wore that day. Smith writes a lot about the clothes she wore and lists of things given to her. As annoying as that is throughout the book, the end is poignant and rich with emotion about the relationship she shared with Mapplethorpe.