I just finished Make Me a Woman by Vanessa Davis. Although I thought her aesthetic style might be overwhelming, once I relaxed and took time on each page, I really enjoyed the ways she constructed her anecdotes and autobiographical narratives. I actually drew this before I got to the section where she talks about how some people “hate” this type of writing due to the self-absorbed nature, that perhaps demonstrates the author’s lack of imagination. I get that. I have to start somewhere, though. Again.