Summary of Patti Smith's Just Kids

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Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.

Book Preview: #1 I was born on a Monday in Chicago during the Great Blizzard of 1946. My mother took in ironing while I waited on the stoop of our rooming house for the iceman to give me slivers of ice wrapped in brown paper. I would slip one in my pocket for my baby sister.

#2 I was completely smitten by the book. I loved to read, and the things I read of produced new yearnings. I wanted to go off to Africa and offer my services to Albert Schweitzer, or defend the people like Davy Crockett.

#3 I had a friend named Stephanie who was sick with leukemia. I would visit her and tell her tall tales, and she would lie back on a mound of pillows and enjoy them. I was very taken with a particular skating pin that I slipped in my mitten.

#4 I was a dreamy somnambulant child. I was always somewhere else, and I was never good enough for my teachers. I was unhappy when we were evicted from The Patch and had to start a new life in southern New Jersey.

• Language: English
• Publisher: IRB Media
• Release date: Mar 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669359272

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Insights on Patti Smith's Just Kids

Contents

Insights from Chapter 1

Insights from Chapter 2

Insights from Chapter 3

Insights from Chapter 4

Insights from Chapter 5

Insights from Chapter 1

#1

I was born on a Monday in Chicago during the Great Blizzard of 1946. My mother took in ironing while I waited on the stoop of our rooming house for the iceman to give me slivers of ice wrapped in brown paper. I would slip one in my pocket for my baby sister.

#2

I was completely smitten by the book. I loved to read, and the things I read of produced new yearnings. I wanted to go off to Africa and offer my services to Albert Schweitzer, or defend the people like Davy Crockett.

#3

I had a friend named Stephanie who was sick with leukemia. I would visit her and tell her tall tales, and she would lie back on a mound of pillows and enjoy them. I was very taken with a particular skating pin that I slipped in my mitten.

#4

I was a dreamy somnambulant child. I was always somewhere else, and I was never good enough for my teachers. I was unhappy when we were evicted from The Patch and had to start a new life in southern New Jersey.

#5

I was a rebellious child, and I hated having to wear a shirt. I dreamed of travel and becoming an artist. I was struck by the draftsmanship and symbolism in the work of Salvador Dalí, but I found no merit in Picasso.

#6

I was not gifted but I was imaginative and my teachers encouraged me. I won a competition sponsored by the local Sherwin-Williams paint store, and I had enough money to buy a wooden art box and a set of oils. I dreamed of becoming