Giant Days, Vol. 1 (Giant Days #1-4)
"Home schooled and naive, Daisy Wooton is 50% hair and 100% not ready for this mean old world.
Esther de Groot is pale and interesting. Maybe too interesting.
I, Susan Ptolemy, am a human common sense silo. Without me, they’d probably be dead, in jail, or dead and in jail."
I've been in a terrible sort of book slump.
I say 'sort of' because it feels like it has lasted all year but it has only been a few months. I couldn't take it anymore and scrolled through my Hoopla account a few weekends ago and immediately borrowed Giant Days, Volume 1.
And now I cannot help myself.
I have finished the latest volume, and the only thing that is stopping me from reading the most recent issues is that there are more available than allotted by my Hoopla account this month.
But I feel so close to all three of these girls who are loyal and brave and fun and imperfect and constantly looking out for each other during their first year at Uni.
I'm not sure who I am in love with more:
Daisy, who is kind and sweet and loves books and is too pure for this world; who is crushing hard on a girl.
Esther, who is oblivious to the good boy who'd die for her to notice him; who wants her friends to be happy. Who has the moodiest of fashion sense.
Susan, who seems to bitter and angry but underneath that mask has such a softness for her friends and wants fierce justice in the world; who knows they are a random group of friends who shouldn't work but do.
But these comics isn't just about cute girls making it through their first year of college. There are moments of real truth sprinkled throughout these little boxes.
Like when Esther finds a photo of herself on a fraternity's website that degrades her and her body. Like when she tries to talk to the vice-chancellor and ask for help but he tells her they are "boys being boys". Like when she has to take control of the situation herself. Or when Daisy discovers she fancies girls instead of boys and that her friends are all in for whatever choice she makes. Like how Susan's hardness towards the world is only apparent so people can't see how much she's been hurt - how her hardness protects her and allows her to fight for what she feels is right.
These girls and their stories absolutely surprised me, and I adore how much they support each other and never tear each other down. I appreciate, as a woman, seeing a good group of girl friends who play around and are never jealous of the other. Girls who understand each others' broken hearts. Girls who understand when to let each other wallow in their self-pity and when to force them to get up and face the world.
I don't always get to see that in fiction, and I'm happy to tell you that it's here.