What results is not only a sweet and savory journey through the City of Light, but a moving, personal look at a mother-daughter relationship. I remember one sentence where Lucy says, and here I'll paraphrase, "Isn't it super weird that I feel like an independent adult when I'm alone but when I'm with my ma I regress and become akin to a wee infant? All in all, this felt very guarded to me and the juxtaposition of text and image didn't really do too much for me, either. She once went 2 weeks without milk, just eating lots of yoghurt instead but she was already not having morning/evening milk anymore.

Most of them were blurry, and while I am sure that was purposeful, it made the book as a whole sort of look sloppy. I'm not talking about her complaining or being unhappy in France - that's allowed and I don't know why people think it's not.Graphic travelogues are a great opportunity to present readers with full illustrations of scenes, as well as tinier details, or even simple sketches capturing fleeting emotions.

temporal deixis is used to begin the text "started the day" frames it as a retelling of daily events.The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. The photos are used sparingly, without comment, filling in gaps in her story, fleshing them out and creating what feels more like an intimate scrapbook than a memoir, albeit an accessible one. Many of these sketches were also drawn while Knisley was on the move, so many are not as neat or clear as they could be. In Relish, Knisley’s other major published work, she discusses her relationships with her parents with nuance and subtlety.

if reading this brings back happy memories of college days and travel and such butterfly-like self-explorations, then you will probably enjoy this. not a bad gig if you can get it, i guess, but i definitely failed to relate, which probably sucked some of the pleasure out of the book for me.

I then make a shallow and unsuccessful attempt to compare Paris to Chicago as a metaphor to give all of this a meaningful ending.