This was a book I bought based purely on the cover. At the time I was going through an ill-advised retro-hippy stage and I wanted everything about the prostate red-head on the cover.
Everytime I picked the book up I debated whether the girl was dead, on the brink of death, or just in the grip of momentary bliss. I wanted to know what pictures were on her camera, were they, as I suspected, mostly of herself or was she merely holding the camera for some other, unseen photographer.
I read this ages ago and really enjoyed it, I have no idea though, where my copy has gone! Ialso don’t know why I haven’t picked up anything else by Smith since, recommendations would be greatly received in the comments section!
