I absolutely adore Francesca Lia Block - seriously, she is like a complete goddess in my eyes - that being said, this is my least favorite of her books. I'm not sure why, but something was different about it - the writing style is still beautifully poetic and her ability to make even the most ugly things in life seem dazzling is still there, but I didn't connect so much with the characters, I couldn't feel the magic. Still, for me at least, a so-so FLB book still beats many other writers at their best, so it's still worth giving a shot, especially if you want a modern interpretation of Greek myths.
In a city of pleasure and delirium, where the only sin is growing old, the members of the band Ecstasia must battle demons of their own past to save themselves and recover a lost homeland. A retelling of the Orpheus myth, a novel of adolescent desire, broken dreams and the power of music and love, as well as a searing allegorical indictment of drug use. Written in Block's customary lyrical style.
Odd, as most of Lia Block's books are, but entertaining and good. Was a pretty fast read but I still enjoyed it.