A lot longer and more sexually explicit than Raucher’s classic Summer of 42, but no less heartfelt. The story revolves around Ben, a writer for a movie PR department who gets drafted into the Korean War; and Ginny, the dancer who moves in with his roommate to help make the rent while he’s away. They start corresponding by mail and fall in love. When he comes home, they meet in person at last, and begin a relationship of ecstatic bliss - until the ultimate bizarre love triangle (well, more like lust on one corner) threatens to tear them apart. Beautifully drawn, three-dimensional characters (I like how Ginny is a spitfire with a sarcastic sense of humor and less than pristine language, rather than a paragon of perfection) and a real sense of what New York was like in the ‘50s. Knocking off one star for some unflattering portrayals of LGBT characters - they can only be approached as products of the time when the story takes place (and when the book was written).