I really loved this book. However, I still have critiques, so they must be of reality rather than the book, since it's REAL. So, while reading, I just kept thinking, Dude, you are a shameless womanizer. He's ostensibly in love with his ex-girlfriend, but he strikes up conversations with every pretty girl he sees and ends up in bed or something with a significant number of them (hard to tell sometimes because it's only implied, but still). Then, he proceeds to express how socially incompetent and lonesome he is, but the entire thing is about him spending time with people. Friends here, friends there, friends up the wazoo. If you're socially incompetent and lonesome, typically it fundamentally and inherently means that you don't have that many friends and don't make them that quickly. Next, non-French men who sprinkle French into their otherwise English vocabulary bother me, as do men who wear fashionable scarves, and as do Seattle people. It's purely personal, but still. This man exhibits all three traits, thus garnering less sympathy from me. Penultimately, this book detailed the stressful journey of his life doing book tours, interviews, and all manner of such things that you would think would be reserved for worldwide literary sensations like J.K. Rowling and Suzanne Collins. I mean, I had heard of Blankets even before I read it and knew that it was pretty popular among adult graphic novel people especially a few years ago, but somehow that translates into a life of extreme fame and hectic insanity for the author, and I'm not sure how or why. And finally, a huge part of the stress conveyed here was regarding the author's painful, rheumatoid hands. I looked him up at last because I was like, Okay, who is this guy? I wanted to see one of these famed interviews, see whether he was sad and clumsy in actuality (of course, in interviews he appears very professional, outgoing, and composed)-- and I came across a video on Youtube showing him actually drawing one of his lovely drawings. His drawings are truly great. However, when I witnessed how he held the pen to draw, I wished Sassy Gay Friend were there to say, "WHAT. WHAT. WHAT ARE YOU DOING." Who the fuck holds a pen like that???? THAT'S why the guy has painful hands! Seriously. WTF. If you want to keep your hands, you need to do the things you do with them ergonomically. Holy shit.