I was curious to read this, wondering how a memoir would translate as a graphic novel (wait, is it a novel?), with pictures to go along with words and memories. The book is mostly illustrations, with just a few words to carry the narrative along; when necessary, David Small resorts solely to images to convey dream scenes and creepy childhood fantasies. He depicts a silently miserable childhood with distant parents who let silence communicate for them, but he is not without feeling for his family despite what his father did to him. The illustrations really show the characters' emotions, much more so than a stiff text-only retelling of the facts. Small's family is not super crazy (except for one member), not evil, not out to do harm. They are ordinary, and it's that perfect normalcy that makes some of the scenes in this text really powerful.