I’m not one for graphic novels. I can now say I’ve read two, and surprisingly, they were both excellent.
The first was recommended to me. Tangles is a powerful first person account of how it is to be the child of a someone suffering from Alzheimers. Sarah Leavitt’s graphic autobiography is funny, sad, inspiring and depressing all at once. I laughed, I cried and I prayed to whatever it is I pray to as an atheist that I never contract this horrible disease and that none of my family or friends do either.
Yesterday, I was taking a trolley load of books out in the library and a book on display caught my eye. The Night Bookmobile by Audrey Niffenegger, author of The Time Travellers’s Wife and another graphic novel, Three Incestuous Sisters. It is a gem, it will only take 10 minutes out of you reading life, but stay with you for a long while after that.
Even if you’re not a librarian, the concept of an old mobile home with a Tardis-like interior that is filled only with everything you personally have read ever, from War and Peace and the dairy you wrote when you were 12 to the back of your favourite cereal packet may just peak your interest. I can’t say much about this gem, lest I spoil it for you, but it is affecting, with a bitter sweet finish.
The art work is gorgeous and so in keeping with the subject as well as the personality of the main character, Lexi.
I’m still not keen to read Japanese Manga or the latest Batman graphic novel, but I’ll be searching for more of these tales from lives a little like mine.