A book about an anti-(Iraq) War demonstration and yet it turns into being about two spoiled brattish Trustafarians and they love life. The demonstration itself gets few words, despite it being a visually rich texture to describe - something I've done in my own book on political protest. But with this book, the key issue is shown not to be the ethics of a government going to war over the objections of its populace, but a dreadlocked girl being pregnant by a man she no longer loves. Dreadful, indulgent and manages to miss its own point, which is some kind of achievement.