Now while I have massively appreciated Raina Telegemeier's autobiographical Sisters (and have once again been very pleasantly surprised at how much I have actually managed to find reading pleasure in a graphic novel, as that has truly only very recently started being the case for me), I also have to admit that I have definitely and truly found Sisters as often hitting way way too close to home for me and being almost uncannily spot on in almost every way regarding Raina's often problematic, sometimes downright nasty relationship with her younger sister Amara.
And yes, while with Sisters, I could therefore relate more than one hundred percent and on an intensely personal and emotional level to Raina and Amara's squabbles and oh so many differences of opinion and views on life, I also have not really all that much been able to totally de-stress and enjoy my reading time (and indeed with the comic book illustrations also my viewing time) of Sisters as I have in fact and actually been continually confronted with and by an often painful and tense sibling relationship that has frustratingly and sadly generally been like a total and almost frighteningly exact mirror image of my own often fraught, dysfunctional relationship with my younger sister (except to say that while in Sisters, at the end of the story, when Amara and Raina are stranded in the desert waiting for their mother to return with help after their car breaks down, they do come to more of an understanding and appreciation of one another, my sister and I even now are still so different that we might as well be inhabiting different planets).
A graphic novel about family relationships and dysfunction is Sisters, with Raina Telgemeier realistically but also sometimes with considerable humour showing that yes indeed, siblings often do not mesh, that siblings can be royal pains in the behind (and I do say that even about myself), that even in close and loving families, there can be a myriad of both problems and seemingly insurmountable differences of personalty, philosophy and emotionality. And yes, I have thus both loved and also indeed at times totally hated and despised Sisters (but even with my occasional fury and bitterness, Sisters is still and totally a five star ranking for me, for as already mentioned above, the one main and really the only reason for my occasional but massive annoyance and frustration is the simple fact that Sisters is just too personally relatable, too realistic at times to be a comforting or relaxing, soothing reading experience).