270 pages that joyfully refuse to come of age

Or, pithing away their youth

The problem with most coming-of-age novels is that they’re written by old people. “I wish that I knew what I know now, when I was younger,” as Ronnie Wood sings in the best song on the Rushmore soundtrack, and, well, obviously!

So imagine a novel of two young women exploring New York City for a summer written without hindsight — and with plenty of aphorisms.