"That was a really bad summer," she reflected, with a self-mocking grimace.
"God I'm glad we decided to play with each other," she reflected, with a broad grin.
Her words were authentic and vulnerable, and she reflected with marvel and awe on the last eight years and spoke to our nation's potential, its power to overcome obstacles and achieve the seemingly impossible.
"What I have done with my life is already history," she reflects, but with this memoir, new triumphs are added to the record.
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At another point, she reflects, "My body's coursing with secret genes and hormones and proteins.
For instance, when one of Donna's old lovers tells one of her unattached middle-aged friends that he is through with romance, she reflects for a long, coy moment, then sings tentatively, "If you change your mind......
She reflects on this, then says with a loud and mordant laugh: "It only took me 12 years!" We are sitting knee-to-knee on a sofa in the penthouse bar of a Los Angeles members' club.
But when I am old and alone all the time, will it be enough to think about the work I used to do?" Happy memories, she reflects, have to involve relations with other people, but, strikingly, the narrator can barely summon anyone who has been close to her.
Here, she reflects on her earliest years with him, what he taught her, and his legacy on and off the dance floor.
