This charming middle-grade graphic novel has been recommended to me by several friends. Its3 stars = Good and worthwhile.
“For all the anxious bulbs.”
This charming middle-grade graphic novel has been recommended to me by several friends. Its autumn palette illustrations were calling to me so I checked it out from the library for a quick read. It is a cute story about veggie and fruit folk from the village of vegetable people. When a vampire moves into the neighborhood, Garlic gets volun-told to go see if he is a threat or not. She is terrified but finds the courage to set out on her adventure.
It has basic themes around kindness and not assuming the worst of people that are different. My favorite part was watching Celery get his face eaten by the leopards eating faces party.
“Yeah, but I didn’t think I was going to be here! It was supposed to be just you.”...more
An elegantly told memoir about a family’s generational trauma and immigration3 stars = Good and worthwhile.
“The dead are not supposed to talk to us.”
An elegantly told memoir about a family’s generational trauma and immigration from Vietnam to the US in the 1970’s. The illustrations were nicely drawn with a soft color scheme of black, white and red. The story is poignant, informative and thought provoking enough that I read it in one sitting.
“We were more like ants, scrambling out of the way of giants, getting just far enough from danger to resume the business of living.”
It covers Vietnam history from the 20th century including the French colonization(s), the American Vietnam war and the civil war. The author discusses a variety of struggles, including that of being a refugee and immigrant, trying to connect with and understand a distant parent, balancing conflicting societal and family expectations, and learning how to simultaneously juggle the roles of being a parent and someone’s child.
“Proximity and closeness are not the same.” ----- First Sentence: I’m in labor.
Favorite Quote: This - not any particular piece of Vietnamese culture - is my inheritance: the inexplicable need and extraordinary ability to RUN when shit hits the fan. My Refugee Reflex. ...more