Alone Forever

Hooooo my God. Is Liz Prince me!?!?

I didn't know what this was when I picked it up, but it ended up SPEAKING DIRECTLY TO MY LIFE EXPERIENCES. It's about a late 20something living in Cambridge, MA, in the early 2010s and lookin' (often longingly, always tragical-romantically) for love. And mostly falling flat on her ass.

It's about dressing like a giant dork tomboy and making awful jokes and just bein' a real nerd. It's about makin' eyes at cute bearded hipster-punks that wander around Porter Square, Davis Square, and Harvard Square. And it's about being shit at taking compliments, mismatched flirting, and the “human horror show” that is OkCupid. Like, I think literally every panel in this book happened to me in a very similar way, apparently in the exact same spots and coffee shops. Except, instead of a bunch of bearded hipster cuties complimenting my band t-shirt as I board the Porter Square T, it was my neon hi-tops (THEY ARE SWEEEET, and I still remember one boy's compliment: “Your shoes just made my day”).

Now I'm convinced I must have walked past Liz Prince a bunch of times.

PERFECT IF YOU ARE LIKE US IN ANY WAY. I laughed loudly and often while reading this.