I. Love. Peanuts. It's just SO my comic, just my shade of depressing.
Peanuts really reflects life, depicts little kids with grown-up problems, and you can really identify.
I picked this book up at a fantasy/comic store on a theatre trip to Oslo, I'd been wanting it for months, and my only regret now is that I can't afford the 1952-1953 Peanuts right now. Put it on my wishlist for later.