Even Cowgirls Get The Blues is a book that I’ve had on my shelf since picking it up from a thrift store around 15 years ago. I saw the movie years ago, and I only remembered two things: Uma Thurman and big thumbs. I’m happy I finally made time to read this - alongside of me Catrena listened to the audio book - and when we finished, we watched the movie. I’ve never read a book that broke the fourth wall quite in the same way as Cowgirls, author Robbins really knows how to walk around a point, bringing in any possible topic as circumstance, but he does it with such wonderfullly flowery run-on sentences that it almost doesn’t matter what he’s talking about. As a writer, his confidence to ramble on about a topic is legendary, and his long-form metaphors unrivaled. This book has some dated language and talks about whooping cranes too much, but I enjoyed it quite a bit. To spend anytime with the legendary hitchhiker Sissy Hankshaw is worth any toll the road has to offer. Having finished this book, its apparent before we took up together she slowly extended her big beautiful digits at us and we did what anyone would do, we slowed down and hitched her a ride.