Most of this novel takes place around Columbia in 1967-68, just before I got there, so the milieu is very familiar. Hannah Wolf lives at home in Flushing and goes to Queens College but wants something more. She hangs out at the Columbia Bookstore hoping to meet someone, and does (two someones, actually). Moshe is hyperintellectual, horny and generally icky. He's sad in some ways, too, but I really disliked him. And her. I don't have to worry about hurting their feelings since they are fictional. The book is subtitled "A Romance" but if that's romance, no thanks. ( )