Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

I picked up All My Friends Are Ghosts from a graphic novel display at the library, because it sounded like a fun read for my graphic novel-adoring 11-year-old. I brought it to Idaho with me to preview, though, and after reading it, I decided–nah. It seemed like such a fun idea–misfit girl wanders into the woods and ends up at a ghost school–but it just didn’t deliver; the plot was iffy, I found some of the art a little too odd, and the fart jokes? Seriously? Just no. There’s nothing more harmful than that, it’s true, but it felt like the authors couldn’t decide between tween girls and 8-year-old boys as their audience. If one of my kids brings it home, then whatever, but it’s not good enough for me to pass on to them myself. Unless you have a voracious graphic novel reader interested in the paranormal–AND fart jokes don’t bother you–I’d skip this one.