Deftly building on a circle of losers and users in the underbelly of modern America, Evans portrays betrayal, heartbreak, and intense loyalty in the face of desperation and aimlessness in a big city where nobody ever, in her view, rises to their potential. Distinctly about now rather than any stereotypical '60s hippies, this gripping tale starts out as an easygoing "Friends" with lesbian hookups, drugs, romantic obsession, and music festivals thrown in before building to its violent catharsis. I didn't even know there were direct flights from Cincinnati to India, but it's true. And, by the way, I love the fact that two of the main characters are Greek-American, though she gently touches on it.
(reviewed the day of purchase)