Who Will Run The Frog Hospital? by Lorrie Moore

Moore's musical prose and looping, winding story capture and memorialize the ephemera of youth and its formative yet somehow mostly impermanent friendships.

Some choice lines put it nicely:

"I cried for everyone and for all the scrabbly, funny love one sent out into the world like some hit song that enters space and bounds off to another galaxy, a tune so pretty you think the words are true, you do!"

"It seemed even then a valedictory chorus to our childhood and stuck us deep in the brain and low in the spine, like a call, and in its wave and swell lifted us, I swear, to the ceiling in astonishment and bliss, we sounded that beautiful."