I love slice-of-life stories where pretty much nothing happens, so I'm bummed I didn't love this! I spent three months reading a single page a day because MAN Rose was such an unlikable heroine - she hated other girls, wasn't empathetic of her mother's depression, her friendship with Windy was so secondary despite Windy being in every frame AND she was fixated on a useless white guy with no interesting qualities. 
 However, I guess that's true to life. When I was 14 I had a whole lot of internalised misogyny, liked a useless dude and I'm still struggling to be kinder to my mum. This book just made me decide that I'm so grateful that period of my life is over and that my boobs are great. I really wanted this book to be about about girls hanging out and loving each other and it wasn't, which makes up 90% of my disappointment. Instead, it pinpointed a version of me which I'm glad I left behind. 
 ANYWAY LET ME FROTH ABOUT THE ART. I want to absorb Jillian Tamaki's art powers because she really elevated every line. As someone who hates summer, this book made me dream of summer. Lana Del Rey songs were playing in my head, birds were chirping, I had the urge to leap into the ocean even though its the middle of winter here. I loved the panels with movement, where Windy would dance, or the girls would just float and weave through the water. Also, some hard-hitting emotional beats at the end were captured so evocatively that I almost cried, even though I didn't care about anyone. 
 The story was a total dud for me, but the art was totally worth it.