A heartfelt and funny graphic novel memoir from one of the first Black
female cartoonists to be published in the New Yorker, when she was
just 22 years old.
When Liz Montague was a senior in college, she wrote to the New
Yorker, asking them why they didn't publish more inclusive comics. The
New Yorker wrote back asking if she could recommend any. She
responded: yes, me.
Those initial cartoons in the New Yorker led to this memoir of Liz's
youth, from the age of five through college--how she navigated life in
her predominantly white New Jersey town, overcame severe dyslexia
through art, and found the confidence to pursue her passion. Funny and
poignant, Liz captures the age-old adolescent questions of "who am I?"
and "what do I want to be?" with pitch-perfect clarity and insight.
This brilliant, laugh-out-loud graphic memoir offers a fresh perspective
on life and social issues and proves that you don't need to be a dead
white man to find success in art.