I tend to stay away from humoristic memoirs because some of the ones I've read in the past have let me down. A lot of them rely too heavily on shock value as their primary source for humor and that's a strategy that wears thin rather quickly. This book is different. In fact this book is actually kind of phenomenal. 
 Put together by an artist who has made a career out of blog postings containing crude graphical representations of her life, this book sources its laughs from a magnifying-glass perspective of her own deadpan reality. A true comedian doesn't need shock value, because she knows that mundane daily life is filled with comedic potential and she conjures it all up with (somehow) a masterful sense of timing. Her observations are spot on so even while you're laughing--which I did many times, in the cafeteria, at the gym, at home, in waiting rooms--you're also realizing how real it is, how accurately it tackles our shortfalls and insecurities, our selfishness, our sadness, our unexplainable attachment to our pets. It isn't even just one thing; it's the whole package--the writing as well as the drawings. The drawings themselves are purposefully simple yet brilliant in their depiction of emotion, and the narrative often reaches some surprising depth. One of my favorite sketches is one in which the author describes how pitifully dumb her dog is, and yet she couples this narrative to a series of drawings that show how lovingly she considers him. Another sketch details her descent into and subsequent recovery from episodes of severe depression and it is an amazing thing to be treated to such remarkable insight alongside a healthy dose of wild laughter. 
 All in all, I think you'll find that this book is a real winner.