In this reflective, self-referential lesson in psychoanalysis, Bechdel sketches out every inch of her conscious and subconscious. She includes immaculately drawn extracts from Winnicot, Freud and Virginia Woolf, cross referencing and applying them to some complicated relationships with the women in her life. It is impossible not to relate to this brutally honest memoir. It is even more impossible not to devour it in one sitting.
If you’re a graphic novel novice like I was, reading this will have you forever veering towards the comics section of your bookshop.