"a humabn is just a small sad thing covered in many layers"

I first encountered this book a few years ago while browsing Target with some friends. We were so delighted by the cover that one friend immediately bought a copy, and I've since wished I'd done the same — especially since my library didn't have it, until now. And after reading it, I still wish I'd bought that copy because this is the kind of book I need to keep in my life.

It so perfectly expresses so many aspects of the lowkey existential panic in the back of my mind: both validates and assuages them, reminds me of all the wonderful little things in life (art, friends, the excitement of a new day, just to name a few). All the anthropomorphic characters are quirky in all-too-relatable ways; I felt represented in all the metaphorical multitudes I contain.

At heart, this is an incredibly comforting read which I was lucky to pick up at a time when I needed it.