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She describes her memories in such vivid detail—the rooms, the air, the glimmer of the water or the direction of the wind—I had to stop to catch my breath. She lived a million lifetimes in one, and we are so lucky she will forever live on through the screen—one of our greatest. (I’ve adapted her way of writing.)

She notes how lucky she feels often throughout this book. Luck luck luck. One of my favorite passages:

“And I was thinking, You have now discovered the truth about yourself. Your parents gave you a great start. You were planted in good soil—fed—watered—carefully nurtured. And you were sent out into the world. And you were lucky. And apparently you have been successful. But have you accomplished all that you could have—given your beginning? No, you have been careless. You did not get to the essence of things. You can’t do this and you can’t do that, and you could have if you had concentrated and just stuck to it and got to the bottom of it. It’s a bit late now, but profit by this—if you do it—do it. Get those weeds out. And plant carefully.�

Alone she forged her own path and never slowed down for anyone (except maybe Spencer Tracey). How remarkable. And to love her people so dearly as to capture their very essence in a few words attests to a life well lived. Now I get to read this and weep and remember how lucky I am!