One of the reviews quoted on the back cover of this book says that Lynda Barry is "the chronicler of an entire generation's romantic confusion," and if that doesn't sum up this collection of comic strips, nothing does. It's all very loosely themed around romantic relationships - or, more accurately, disappointing romantic relationships, presumably because they're funnier. There are dreadful dates here, awkward parties, sex therapists, the resentful experience of an insomniac married to an inveterate snorer, body issues, old arguments, creepy bosses... More than anything, it's a series of snapshots, drawn to invite you to cringe and sympathise and laugh at the same time.
It's a fun, quick read, I must say. Quicker than a lot of Barry's other work, if only because the drawings are bigger and there are less words there. She does have a tendency, in some of her books, to cram in a lot of drawings and texts, but this was relatively easy on the eyes, which means I hardly squinted at anything. And now I feel old, having said that, but at least my medicine cabinet doesn't look like the one in here. Small mercies.