Melancholy and beautiful love story about two very young ballet dancers on the rise in NYC in the early 1980s. The boy has become one of ballet’s biggest stars and the girl is largely unnoticed until Balanchine makes her his last muse, set to star in The Sleeping Beauty, which he has been trying to produce for decades. It seems the two lovers communicate best with their bodies and have no idea how to deal with the intensity of their feelings for each other and the pressures of the extremely high pressure art world in which they live. This is a really lovely story, and it gets under your skin. It brought back the intensity and insecurity of love at age 20 for me and I was kinda wrecked when I finished the book. Plus, the descriptions of the dancers, the dances, the costumes, the venues really make you want to be there ( )