Recently I have gotten super curious about California in the 60s and 70s, no idea why.

Anyways, this book is so cool. And funny! Like if Carrie Bradshaw had been on the West Coast and actually succeeded at being cool, instead of just trying to be cool.

The stories sound fresh: at one point she describes a man as "extra"; at another she rattles off a bunch of health advice that she follows but loathes such as taking a shot of apple cider vinegar every day. lol.

Even her turns of phrase are deceptively profound. "Deceptively" because the character (it seems roughly autobiographical but is billeted as fiction) is often talking about parties, sleeping around, dieting, men, but all of that is just the asphalt to get to the destination of the Angeleno psyche.

I loved how she describes the desert. It is always present in her stories, almost its own character. People forget that Los Angeles is a desert, part of the Southwest.

My favorite stories were Bakersfield and Dodgers Stadium.