I was going through an old book journal and found my first impressions of this novel from back when I read it in 1994--I don't think I would feel the same way about SOME GIRLS now, but I would need to reread McCloy's tale and I'm not sure I'm up for that:)...Anyway...

The dialogue uses dashes like Alan Paton's CRY THE BELOVED COUNTRY, but McCloy is definitely no Paton. Sharp writing is used to reflect the always edgy New York City, which serves as both backdrop and catalyst. Two friends--and eventually very reluctant lovers--struggle with their differences even as they inexplicably bond. Claire, naive native of New Mexico, finds herself in the Big Apple, eager to take everything in even if she doesn't understand it. Jade, as much a part of the city as the concrete, is appropriately named for nothing impresses her and she looks for highs in all the wrong places.

Claire and Jade never actually declare their love for each other, but they cannot seem to function without one another. McCloy's oddly fascinating romance-but-not-a-romance reminds me of Joyce Carol Oates' SOLSTICE (only Oates does it much better.) ( )