One thing I noticed from reading Persepolis was Satrapi’s confusion, acceptance, confidence, and naivete during her very discordant childhood. It was so interesting to read about the conflicting narratives that society was telling Satrapi, and her reaction to each of them. She noticed the differences between her home narrative and her educational narrative, but for the most part, she believed the story that her parents told her, rather than forming her own opinion. She didn’t know the entire story – all the facts – and yet, she was confident in her thoughts. She went and protested in the streets, even though she didn’t know the extent of the danger of protesting. That was interesting to me, because it seemed like she was pretty worried about her father’s safety on a couple of occasions, but she also seemed to feel extremely confident in her own safety.