Honky Tonk Angel: The Intimate Story Of Patsy Cline

She walked the line between sinner and saint. But when she sang, she was an angel.

Her career…came the hard way, after she battle a Virginia hardscrabble childhood and broke through the all-male barriers of Nashville to make America “Crazy” for country music.

Her image…flouted all the taboos. Brassy, big-hearted, sexy as hell, she dressed like a cowgirl or a call girl, swore like a truck driver, and seduced men like a femme fatale.

Her money…bought her a dream house and a silver fox coat. But it was too little, too late to erase the memories of mental breakdown and marriages-or avert the tragedies to come.

Her men…were lady-killers-hard-loving, big-talking country boys who would hit the bottle, let her down and break her heart.

Her music…remains haunting, earthy and selling millions…even though she fought against recording her hits, “Walkin’ After Midnight” and “I Fall to Pieces,” because they weren’t “country enough.”