This story is sexy, funny and in the end, quite touching. The characters stay with you long after you have finished, even the minor ones (especially Camilla and Arnie), and at the finale you are left with a sensation of lingering sadness that you cannot precisely define. This was my second read; I first read it five years ago and do not remember this sensation, so I suspect that the older you are, the more Trapido's evocative descriptions of aging and the passage of time (innocence to experience, children to adults, naivete to jadedness) resonate.
The book employs a strangely old-fashioned form of third-person point-of-view swapping in which the reader is given access to alternative perspectives in the same section, sometimes even having to deal with a switch in the same paragraph. For some reason, though, these shifts are handled well and it gives a pleasing sensation of omniscience without sacrificing any intimacy.
This book would have received the full five stars were it not for the dialogue. I have no idea what the editors were doing when they allowed Trapido to get away with such amateurish punctuation, most especially comma omission in direct address: e.g. "Mrs Bobrow what services do you neighbours render you...?" And at times characters, especially Ali, spout forth long, intricate and humourous speeches that no human being would ever be able to utter spontaneously. Nevertheless, if you overlook these minor flaws, the book is well worth a read.