I picked this up as it was a debut novel and as I went along to the big anti war march in London back in 2003, I wanted to see if this captured the feeling of the time.
The story runs over a few years and is told by 15 year old Clare and 26 year old Laetitia, and although their relationship is believeable, I felt that their interaction floundered after the chapters in Italy, which I imagine was the point after Laetitia messes Clare about, but I wanted them to have some sort of confrontation/meaningful interaction but it never came.
Neither did any sort of revelation about the great aunt that Laetitia becomes obsessed with and the male characters of Julian and Danny, who although fantastically well-observed, never seemed to end up saying much.
This aside, I actually REALLY enjoyed reading this book, as it is well-written, uses interesting devices like having no speech marks and two strong female narrators, and I especially like the first part by Clare, who detailed her first experiences of activism, sex and seafood pasta, with observations that made me remember how confusing and odd teenage life can be.