The way the author tells her story is reminiscent of actual childhood. As she tells the story of her childhood, the rather “simple” yet “deep” illustrations convey a denser tone. The art style might make one think of children’s books like Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Captain Underpants, or other juvenile books. However, make no mistake, these books are by no means the same in any capacity except for the style of illustrations.

The actual content itself is much more mature and serious, albeit easier to comprehend with the author’s brief lines of content per panel. Extraordinary in terms of how with imagery and brief sentences she’s able to convey so much of her story. Part of it is that some of the panels aren’t so much of the “story” but more relevant to her “thoughts” allowing the reader to align more with the author. Examples of this include the scenes where she interacts with God.

One of the scenes that really stood out to me was the night where “God didn’t come” and she tries to convince her parents to let her go out to join the revolution. From her past exchanges of faith, conversing with God “every night” followed by a sudden break in the pattern stands out in different ways: Fear, Tension, an approaching Climax, and perhaps even the loss of innocence.