Mmmm, Play it as it lays, one of my favorite books. I know it’s kind of a depressing book to be thinking about in January but, it’s better than the summer I guess. If you haven’t read it you should. The author Joan Didion does an amazing job of writing what it feels like to be alone in a world of constant entertainment and want. I really like this Patsy Cline song too.
Here is an excerpt from the book:
“Once she was on the freeway and had maneuvered her way to a fast lane she turned on the radio at high volume and she drove. She drove the San Diego to the Harbor, the Harbor up to the Hollywood, the Hollywood to the Golden State, the Santa Monica, the Santa Ana, the Pasadena, the Ventura. She drove it as a riverman runs a river, every day more attuned to its currents, its deceptions, and just as a riverman feels the pull of the rapids in the lull between sleeping and waking, so Maria lay at night in the still of Beverly Hills and saw the great signs soar overhead at seventy miles an hour.”
I fall to pieces by Patsy Cline