I Really Didn’t Think This Through: Tales From My So-Called Adult Life
By Beth Evans
ARC paperback, 169 pages
2018, William Morrow
I won a copy from LibraryThing in exchange for my honest review.
A mix of simple comics and heartfelt anecdotes, some humorous and some serious, Beth Evans tackles some of the tough subjects of adulthood like being jealous of your peers, the struggles of dating, expressing your feelings and asking for help.
This book was cute and at times, touching, but I don’t think it’s one I’ll go back to.
I follow Beth on Instagram and enjoy her comics – I definitely relate to her little blob who is insecure, lost, upset and sometimes ok. I mean, unless you totally have your shit together (like, for real), she must have a least one comic that will make you go, “Ah, dat me.”
I enjoyed the comics in this book – her familiar blob character (I’m sure that’s not what she refers to it as, but I don’t know what else to call it) is back, but there are also some comics featuring a girl who I assume is Beth. If you’re a Rush fan, there’s even a whole page dedicated to them, with a drawing of the band.
I also appreciated the deeply personal stories Beth decided to share, especially in the chapter about asking for help. It’s hard to critique someone’s personal experiences and anecdotes. Some were funny, some were relatable, some were sad or hopeful. In the end though, it’s not a book I see myself rereading. It was enjoyable, but neither the art nor the stories left me with a feeling of wanting to revisit them in the future. I have a friend who will give this book a good home.
I do have an issue with the layout of the book – I don’t know if this is only present in the ARC, but at times her stories are interrupted by pages of her drawings. Sentences were cut off and sometimes there would be multiple pages before the thought continued. I prefer to finish a sentence before I move on to looking at something else, so I would flip forward to finish that, then go back to the art. Rather than feeling like the art flowed with the story or followed a thought, it seemed to interrupt it. Not a glaring issue, of course, but one that irked me.
If you’re a big fan of Beth’s work, you’ll likely enjoy this. If you’ve never heard of her, but you enjoy mini-memoirs with art interludes, you might want to check this out – maybe from your local library.
Now for some pictures: