The first page of M Train had me hooked. Immediately it then lost me, I'm not sure why as I started reading this I was feeling so stubborn, so myself, I did not drop into Patti Smith's writing and accept her way of life, I could not even see what it was she was doing, I didn't appreciate the movements, wildness, and creative energy I would normally appreciate. Page 207 finally cracked me.

Cafe Ino is closing, and the pain that that would give me is just coursing through me. I can't believe for that long. That was her routine and suddenly it's closing and she almost didn't know.

The emotions I had been ignoring appeared before me and saturated the rest of the book with soft melancholy to intense hollowness. I missed so much from the pages before and I began rereading as I closed the final page.