Her devotion to her cat and morose, divorced mother loom as forecasts of a future she hates to contemplate. Working a dead-end retail job and having just broken up with the last in a series of uninspiring boyfriends, Amy loses herself in angry, self-lacerating interior monologues and reruns of a surreal cartoon, Mr. Drawn with the kind of illustrative simplicity that makes Adrian Tomine's work so addictive-the faces and backgrounds are glassy and blank at first, but in fact draw the reader deeper in-Amy's story follows a downward arc. Though at first it's like just another story of a lovelorn 20-something frozen in depressive, media-saturated ennui, Hornschemeier's simple, sad but gorgeous novel about a girl, Amy, whose life is spiraling down into morose singledom, gets right what so many tales of this kind never do.
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