This was the clear first choice of a book to complete because it matches the level of attention span that I’ve had in the last few years. I forced myself to gather the motivation to pick it up, open it, and turn the pages, but the format of the book does the rest of the work – if there are multiple paragraphs on a page they’re short and quick, and the remainder of the book is comprised of hilarious illustrations, most of which are so full of expression they don’t need words. Since my attention span is embarrassingly short, the brief chapters were perfect – though no less impactful. I still felt everything and laughed out loud.
That last chapter was especially killer. I’ve had similar sentiments about becoming your own friend and finding yourself worthy and interesting enough to hang out with. I’m still working on it.
It made me want to try my hand at writing an entry with illustrations and drama, but I found it way too difficult (not to mention: I don’t think in pictures – it seemed impossible). I appreciate how much effort goes into this style of storytelling. That Allie Brosh kept a blog in this format and released two books exhausts me. I could never. (Maybe I could if I had any kind of drawing momentum, but eh.)