This is one of those books which isn’t really about anything (though, the ending is genuinely staggering). Set over the course of a weekend, it tells, from a multi-person viewpoint, of the everyday lives of a group of young twenty-somethings – and a few peripheral others – who appear to live for nothing but smoking weed, drinking shots and getting laid. Despite its excellent writing, it didn’t really appeal to me; in fact, in the main, I think this book is probably more suited to an...
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