So we all know what the term “herding cats” refers to, that sense that it is futile to control that which is ultimately uncontrollable. This book is a series of cartoons and one or two-page comics dealing with forgetting your headphones when you want to listen to music, stubbing your pinky toe when you are just walking along, in a good mood, things like that, from the shy Sarah. What is fame like for the musician? She sees glam glasses, photographers everywhere; what is it like for artists? No change, she's still sitting at a desk drawing. With cats. Keeping her room clean, can't keep on top of that. Dealing with cramps. More cats. Worrying about the post-2016 world. Trying to be productive. And so on. She's like most of us! There's a concluding section for budding artists on becoming an artist. The idea, I guess, is that life happens, things happen sometimes/often beyond our control, but just keep moving forward, doing what you can control. I like the simplicity of that.
The Goodreads world (and based on book sales, much of the world) is in love with Sarah Andersen’s Sarah Scribbles. I rated the two previous books 4 stars and I like the expressive nature of the simple art for conveying simple, basic, relatable truths. So why did I think this was just okay? If it is all the same stuff, really, is it just that I feel it isn’t going anywhere? Or is it me, that I now think it is just meh, that I am just less fun? I dunno. But I thought this was just all right. Many of my Goodreads friends love it, I see, and some are in my less-than-enthusiastic place about it, I see, at a glance. See for yourself what you think of it. I read it in maybe 30 minutes (heh, see how I read so many books!!? A woman takes a year to write her book and you toss it off in 30 minutes??! But you really can read it quickly, sorry, artists).
I clearly am in the Goodreads minority here as the 2018 Graphic Novel/Comic of the Year goes to this book, which. . . well, my mother told me, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything at all. Congratulations, truly, Sarah! (How did I do, Mom!)