flozzette's review
2.0
The drawings are interesting, seeing how he decides to artistically portray how he remembers his childhood, but Shepard is no writer. The whole memoir is mostly descriptions for description's sake, making mostly unnoteworthy observations, and I don't feel like I'm any closer to the boy or the people around him or the situations he describes. It lacks poetry, depth, insight, characters, development, self-reflection. That is not to say it wasn't touching at times, but overall a boring read.
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