As I said in my notes on this book which are being mailed back to K, one of my struggles with graphic novels is that I tend to read them too quickly. I normally read at a snail's pace, so I think I get excited that I'm making such quick progress and just want to keep plowing through. I forget that the pictures are part of the story and I really should spend some time looking at them. In a good graphic novel, they add a lot.
I suffered the "joy of speed reading" fate with this book in a big way. It's too bad, because even having done that I can see how it was a touching story of struggle and family, and I feel like I missed out on some of the poignancy of it by not spending enough time with the illustrations. Even so, though, it managed to mostly make its points. I probably could have done without the few opening and closing pages which are used to frame the story, and just taken it as an autobiography of a family, but I can see how that is meaningful to a certain reader. If you've read it, and you know me, you know what I mean.
Still, if you're into this sort of story, it's worth the two days it took my turtle self to get through it. For most people, it's probably an hour.
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