I’m reminded of a self-published highschool yearbook, but with photocopies instead of pretty paper. There’s everything in here: quotes from Dante’s “Inferno” (teenage favourite for reasons various), and a poem that rips off both Billy Corgan and Aretha Franklin lyrics. Eek. And the spelling… The only thing I really applaud are the drawings: I think they’re rather sweet and give the book some of much-needed depth. Stick to the drawing if you can and forget that he broke your heart for the umpteenth time. I’m positive there are better cliches to tackle. (carolyn tripp)
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