As a reward for finishing a work project, I sat myself down in Barnes & Noble's coffee corner and read My Solo Exchange Diary in one sitting. By the end I was out of coffee and full of a profound sense of hope, more commonly known as tears.

Once again, the plot of the memoir is simple, and the main conflict takes place within. Kabi wishes to move out of her parents' house, is confronted with hard truths about herself, and must do lots of interior de-tangling to reach her goal.

My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness had been a cathartic read for me, with its revealed emotions and struggle. This sequel volume twisted my heart equally well, with its focus on family and independence. If a panel wasn't an exact replica of my situation and emotions, as a queer American millennial writer with disabilities, the panel echoed a dear friend's experience. The sheer relief of not being alone in struggle was overwhelming at times. Kabi's writing and art are well-polished and comforting, despite the often bleak subject matter. Her drawings and coloring soften many a blow. My Solo Exchange Diary is a second masterwork in what it's like to be a wlw creative in today's world, and, reader, I bought a copy.