This is the kind of book I wish I would write, in fact I’ve pretty much started writing it a long time ago, but it’s not half as interesting as this one. This is the second book by Lynne Tillman that I happily rate 5 stars because I’m kinda jealous of her life and I like to live vicariously through her. I will forever long for that absolute freedom of just floating around, meeting kindred spirits everywhere, not knowing where you’re gonna wake up next. I still wouldn’t have done it if I had been around in the 70s, but it’s so fun to read about it at least. Also I wish I also lived my life just collecting stories for my next book, like doesn’t that sound like a dream job? I wish I could elaborate my feelings on this book further but I’m not writing this review at the most optimal time for that, but one day I’ll read the book again and revise this.