"A heartfelt and funny graphic novel memoir by one of the first Black female cartoonists to be published in the New Yorker, at the age of 22"-- Provided by publisher.

"When Liz Montague was twenty-two years old, she wrote to the New Yorker, asking why they didn't publish more inclusive cartoons. The New Yorker wrote back, asking if she could recommend any artists. She said 'me, I guess.' Here is the story of Liz's childhood, from the age of five through college--how she navigated life in her predominantly white New Jersey town, overcame severe dyslexia through art, excelled as a track star, and found her calling in life (which didn't involve running). This brilliant, poignant, and at times laugh-out-loud graphic memoir offers up a fresh perspective on life and social issues and proves that you don't need to be a dead white man to find success in art." -- Book jacket