Elaborate graphic memoir of growing up, finding love, losing religion, and becoming an artist. Beautiful images from Thompson's bleak childhood. The visit to Raina's family reminds me of The Beginning Place. He leaves behind a dreary life to be welcomed into another family in another town, which he then has to leave behind, from which he keeps a single memento. Reading Blankets makes Habibi make a lot more sense to me. I can see how this dude could get deep into calligraphy, and where a lot of the darkness in that narrative could have come from. Makes me want to read more of Thompson's biographical work.