About a week ago I finished "Blankets" by Craig Thompson, and it was one of the most beautiful, painful, and intimate books I've ever read. I've never been a huge fan of comics, or even "graphic novels" as an art form, because those that I have read have been mostly harsh or disturbing, which has its own kind of poetics and power, but those qualities have never endeared them to me or struck as me emotionally honest. And this book, if nothing else, is honest. I have trouble talking about it, in part because I lack the vocabulary to describe the continuity and thematic complexity in the drawings, nor the silences and perspectives and masterly control he exhibits, nor how he has crafted this amazing story in a confluence of media. But I recommend it to all of you.