Blankets by Craig Thompson
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is a graphic novel (comic?) of great depth and maturity. I could relate to Craig, his childhood, his feelings and his actions, as another child that had to grow out of faith, albeit a much milder variety. Blankets had some pages where I just stayed, I had to: it often made me feel I was in front of a profound representation of human truth that no words could accurately portray. Right now I don’t think I can write a review that can really show why I know I’m going to read this again sometime, but someone else has, so allow me to link to the review by Good OK Bad: http://goodokbad.com/index.php/review…
Thank you Daphne for lending me this. 🙂
“Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing than reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost — Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.”
And my personal favourite (but of course! 😛 ): “I was grateful for cereal – the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.”