Infuriating and heart-breaking. It's the story of Satrapi's childhood in revolutionary Iran, but Persepolis is not really for children. It's simply too brutal. The art itself is fairly simple, which in a story like this makes it even more affecting, I think. The story-telling itself is also excellent, skilfully striking a balance between the childish view of its protagonist and the adult perception of Satrapi's parents (and, by extension, the reader). The contrast between the two, and the way the difference between the two understandings narrows as Satrapi grows up, is horrifyingly effective.