"I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear. Why did the oil refineries around Carquinez Straits seem sinister to me in the summer of 1956? Why have the night lights in the bevatron burned in my mind for twenty years? What is going on in these pictures in my mind?"

- excerpt from Didion's Why I Write

My favorite lady wrote another book. Blue Nights. Which I fully intend to pick at some point during our rainy day romps around the city this weekend.