When we first meet Joni she's a disenchanted writer working as a nanny lodging in the house of a therapist in North London. We see the hedonism of city life, the giddy euphoria of the party years, the highs and the lows, the love, the laughter, "the will they won't they" of their relationships all wrapped up in crazy adventures within their London playground. Always comparing their hedonism to that of the resident fuck-up, the yardstick by which they measured their own debauchery. And always coming up trumps. I loved every page, every obsessive resisting of Joni anaesthetising her feelings in the form of Henry who she had adored since she was sixteen. The comfort, intellectual companionship and craziness of her best friend Dylan. The party has to end sometime though surely? But how, and will it be just for today?