I obsessed over Tank Girl when I was younger. Friggin' loved her. Drew her all the time. Read the first trade-paperback collection so many times, I'd just about memorized it. I even watched the film more time than I care to admit. (Though, truthfully, it's been a long time, and I really want to see it again.) However, I digress.
With this novella and "bushel," I was taken a bit aback. In the first trade-paperback, there are single images of Tank Girl: her laying atop a cow/bull, her standing in a tattered baseball-esque outfit, her atop a throne, her sitting on a rock with a massive troll-like figure giving her a smile and a wave. These images are ingrained within me. Even more, what words accompanied the pages stuck with me, too. I loved the psuedo-philosophy and depth they showed, acting as a fine counterpoint to the frenetic nature of the comic pages and stories. That being said, it did surprise me that the novel is written along those lines, more philosophy, heart, and genuine observation than I'd expected.
I figured it would be all nonsense and action and murder and Aussie-slang and more murder. Yes, it has much of those things, but Tank Girl's voice is much more introspective and--sometimes--beautiful in its insights that it made the novella a surprisingly fun read, with even more depth than expected.
It really is quite different in many ways than the comics themselves, but it's still Tank Girl. It's still full of death and some cheesy/bad jokes and some wonderful observations about the cultures we immerse ourselves in. Honestly, the "bushel" does fall a bit short, but even for the main tale of "Armadillo," it's worth the price of admission.
I doubt it will win any converts, but it does give a deeper insight and perspective to everyone's favorite, tank-driving, murder-machine.