This could have been a really nice story, with beautiful illustrations, all woven together very well. However, the cultural portrayals made me very uncomfortable, and I was very distracted by the constant vomiting and juvenile humor written/drawn throughout. I noticed a lot of that (juvenile stuff) in Thompson’s other works that I’ve read, but read past it, and this time I guess it was just too much for me. I’m glad I read it, but I didn’t love it nearly as much as Blankets, nor did it live up to my expectations for it.