Picked up from a charity shop in Melbourne.

If this book was a person, they would hang around coffee shops reading books on Eastern philosophy and telling people about them. Basically, I thought it was pretty pretentious and waffly, although at points it did seem to realise that, with all it's characters locked in their own pain and refusing to acknowledge everyone elses and the fortune teller who did try to tell them that, but waffled around a bit as well.

Released somewhere in the UK.