Part of my delight with this book stems from the fact that a few years back I started thinking about it (I read it around the time it was published), and couldn't, couldn't for the life of me recall the title. Found it, finally, through one of the Goodreads groups devoted to helping people with similar title amnesia (thank you!).
On the whole: it is a very *pretty* book. The characters, mostly kids in their late twenties, are pretty and more or less artistic; if not creating art, they turn themselves or their lives into art; they think beautiful thoughts, and sometimes live in poverty, but never in squalor. Don't get me wrong, it is a lovely thing to read if you're in your twenties and in love with certain lifestyle.