This book did manage to effectively portray the flavor of the 60's, but that's about all I can say in its favor.

I found the writing style repetitive and dull. The author would often express the same concept or use the exact same phrases in back to back sentences, making for uninspiring prose. Once the protagonist travels to Morocco she ceases to be a character and becomes more of a mirror for the rockstars and celebrities around her. Everyone around her instantly adores her for no easily discernable reason and finds her fascinating even though all she does is go along with the group (mostly) and speak in brief, bland spurts. This washing out of her already threadbare personality may have been a deliberate artistic choice, but it makes the middle and end portions of the novel exceedingly dull since the narrator is our only point of view.

The shout out from, and the comparisons to, Taylor Jenkins Reid's work do this book absolutely no favors as Reid soars marvelously in the same niche where this novel stumblingly plods. The comparison can only serve to highlight this book's deficiencies against a much better alternative.