We Will Never Be Well…
Last night my husband started the coughing, my oldest had almost no voice at all, and I couldn’t sleep or breathe comfortably through my nose again. Ugh! On the other hand, I did manage to finish Mexikid: A Graphic Memoir this morning, mostly because I was close enough to the end that I wanted to finish it and review it today. So that’s something.
As for what I actually thought of it…hmmm. It’s definitely a boy sort of book–not because there’s a whole pack of boys running around and not many girls, but because of the doses of extreme bathroom humor. (I didn’t find diarrhea terribly entertaining in junior high, let alone now.) Still, it’s an interesting sort of road trip/coming-of-age/cultural experience kind of story, and it gave me a window into Mexican/Mexican-American culture that I didn’t have previously. Pedro’s persistent view of his grandfather through a superhero lens is both humorous and poignant, and the road trip certainly ends with a memorable finale. I’d be interested to know what readers who share at least some of Pedro’s cultural heritage think; as for me, I definitely found it worth reading–but I could have gone my whole life without hearing that many euphemisms/dysphemisms for diarrhea.