This graphic novel was such a delight to read. Not just for the story itself, which is solid, or for the expressive, attractive art, or even just for learning more about entomophagy, but also for the seemingly effortless diversity of the the cast of characters. women and non binary, Latinx, Asian, African American, Indigenous American, LGBTQ, and people of all different size and body shapes. I loved that all these existed in the story, JUST LIKE IN REAL LIFE, but the story didn't feel the need to make a big deal about it. And while there's a romance, the story passes the Bechtel test effortlessly. These people, mostly women, talk about life and issues and a lot about eating insects and the indigenous roots of that practice. If one woman wants to kiss another one, no one in the story is going to make a big deal about it. It's sweet. the kind of world that would be nice to live in.
Well, aside from the eating bugs practice. Despite everything that I learned about entomophagy (from the story itself and from the very informative essay after the story), from the long-standing practice of insects in the diets of non-Anglo people, to the environmental benefits, to the supposed tastiness of the creatures featured, I still had to suppress a gag reflex whenever I thought about noshing on meal worms or flying ants/ chicatans or--especially--on tarantulas. Even if they taste like seafood. I respect the practice, and its indigenous origins, and think it sounds like a good practice for those who consume animal protein, especially if practiced with responsible sourcing and acknowledgement and respect for the origins of the practice. The recipes included in the back were interesting, but that's it. For now, though, I'm going to stick with being vegetarian. That's OK. More crickets for Yarrow and Milani and Chanda and Gonzalo and Salisbury and Soledad--and you!
This is a sweet, fast, interesting read, with lovely art, and I highly recommend it. I'll be looking out for more work by this author and artist.