Acquired via BookCrossing 06 Nov 2007 – BookRing

A lovely read – and heartbreaking. I found that it was a little preachy and didactic; the author could have left it more at showing rather than telling. But that’s probably an artefact of the time it was written. I found echoes in the language in both Jonathan Lethem’s much later “Fortress of Solitude” and was also reminded of “Marjory Morningstar”, whose author I forget and I read ages ago. Both of course, are New York novels, and I wonder if Fortress, set in Brooklyn, had the echoes consciously.

Anyway, I would have loved this book when I was 14, and I really liked it now, and am glad to have read it at last.