It's almost embarassing how many Allen Ginsberg and Ginsberg-related books take up space on my bookshelf. I can credit a lot of my motivations and thoughts about life to this man, whose words inspire me more than any person. I bought this book sometime in early 2008, while in the middle of reading Bill Morgan's biography, "I Celebrate Myself" which covers all of Ginsberg's life from his pre-teen insecurities down to his last wishes on his death bed. Ginsberg's journals, however, are always a good read for me - although they have that "Oops I found my little sister's journal, I guess I HAVE to page through it..." feel to it. A young, naiive, emotional and creative man haphazardly explaining away his unrequited love for the infamous Neal Cassady... it almost warms your heart. I can't wait to finish and move on to the next series.
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