Giant Days Vol. 05 by John Allison

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My, but it has been a while since last I spoke about John Allison and Max Sarin’s exceptional Giant Days series, hasn’t it? Has a more charming slice-of-life tale ever been penned and drawn with such effortless skill? I’ve certainly never seen anything of the kind, though if you have, please let me know in the comments!

The fifth volume of THIS LEGENDARY PIECE OF ART is nothing short of 𝓟𝓡𝓞𝓓𝓘𝓖𝓘𝓞𝓤𝓢𝓛𝓨 🅓🅡🅞🅛🅛 𝖋𝖚𝖓.

It also 𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 all the important things I can find in my own life, such as the following:

First, as someone on the cusp of getting his English Literature degree–and someone who likes getting beautiful things–this is preternaturally funny and accurate:

Esther de Groot, legendary lady of taste, melodrama, and whales, is looking for a way to make a quick buck to buy things. Does it end well? Phahaha, good one, of course not, it’s Esther we’re talking about here, she gets in seventeen kinds of trouble before lunch. Her partner in crime this time around is no one but Ed-Edd-Eddie-boy, former near-paramour and altogether great lad. We love Ed, he’s a good boy, best we protect him as long as possible.

But we mustn’t dilly-dally; the second element of my present life that this book discloses in its secretive, prescient ways is–you’ve guessed it–the national meat of my country of residence, Sᵛᵉⁿˢᵏᵃ!

Allison is good, but he can’t be this good! Oh look, it’s Daisy and Susan hanging out with my girl Esther – wonder what they are up to. Let’s see, shall we?

Ah. Team time indeed, Daisy, you mephistophelian figure of delight and brimstone. Daisy is on an archaeological dig, dontcher know, and she’s having the time of her life with a rather problematic professor. It might not end too well for anyone involved, but like all archaeological digs, but isn’t it in the purview of archaeology to air up some dirtbags?

👌🐧 𝐁𝓪Đ ｊ๏𝐊𝓔 ☠🐯

And Susan? Poor, phenomenal Susan, is dealing with post-break-up awkwardness with McGraw.

All of this, while the girls are moving into a brand new home, making new friends, and new mistakes, such as:

Nothing like a good murder van in front of an Ikea, is there?

ℕ𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕧𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕞𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕨.

Look, folks–Giant Days is good. Hells, it’s the finest, funniest slice-of-lifeliest graphic novel out there; HOW COME YOU’VE NEVER READ IT? You should. Really! And while you’re at it, do follow the old blog, maybe subscribe to my YouTube channel, too? And don’t forget…