Reading Persepolis was like returning to a warm and safe place. Ironically, the graphic novel is the loss of that, that someone understood, lived through it, to bear witness to that truth is beyond powerful. This is the second graphic novel I’ve read (the first one being Maus) and I immensely enjoy the form. To a new found love – I raise a toast.
Merry Christmas. Wishing you such joys as well.
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