Perhaps ultimately, the lesson to be learned here, amid the humor and spotlighting of foibles, is that we're all children in some way, because the learning never stops. I learned a while ago my parents were basically making things up as they go along, and everybody does to some extent. I'm in my 40s now, and I've never felt more like an adult than I have as a parent. But in the end, I still don't feel "grown up." I used to think that was the result, in part, of my interests in things that are deemed by society to be the fodder of youth (comics, cartoons, etc.), but I've come to realize there's no such thing as being "grown up." The term itself implies the achievement of an end point, that one is finished with the process. But there's only one thing that ends the growing (and it's a bummer, so I won't get into it here in a review about a book of humorous cartooning). Read Full Review
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