Adulthood Is A Myth

Adulthood is a Myth: A Sarah's Scribbles Collection - Sarah Andersen

[I received a copy of this novel through NetGalley, in exchange for an honest review.]

A very light, fluffy and enjoyable little book, and at the same time, one that also makes you think and ponder about what is supposed to define us as "adults"... versus what adulthood really means. Because in my opinion, it does have a lot of meanings, and one of those is "being old and knowing what you're doing aren't the same thing."

The panels often dealt with situations that made me laugh, because they rang all so true. Sniffing books. Procrastination. Staying up late for no reason. People asking you about when you're finally having kids. Why it's so hard to go out early in the heart of winter. Doing things that suck because we have to. Finding ourselves in embarassing company. And so on.

And it was spot on, as far as I was concerned, and made me think after I was done laughing, because, really, even at 36+, I'm still not sure what "being an adult" is. I pay my bills and my rent on time, I perform pretty well in my job, I don't cause harm to myself or others through engaging in dangerous behaviours. I can safely say I'm "responsible". Yet I've more than once been with people who still said that I wasn't a real adult/a real woman because I didn't want kids. That I should "grow out of video games". Sometimes, peer pressure will make you question your choices, and the "stories" in this book often pinpoint those very situations leading to those questions, while underlining in turn another question: "But do we HAVE to change? Should we? If we remain the way we are, and we're happy enough like that, why should we give in and conform to a certain idea of 'adulthood'?" Does anyone hold the truth, the exact truth, the one definition here? Is there even one?

So yeah, I found myself in many of these comic strips. Whether this makes me an "adult" or not... Frankly, at this point, I just don't care. Still, as I said, it reminded me of quite a few encounters and conversations I had. Also, I'm positive that no matter what, I'll never have all the answers, and I'll keep wondering if it's normal, if I shouldn't know 100% what I'm supposed to be doing right now. And... it's alright. We're all different, after all.

The drawing style itself was very simple, and not entirely to my taste; however, it worked well for that kind of comic-strips and for the artist to exaggerate facial expressions and other positions. Now, I wasn't looking for the next masterpiece that would eclipse Renaissance painters, so I didn't care much, to be honest. Simplicity probably works best when it comes to humour here.

On the downside, you can likely find all this on the artist's website and the book is a bit redundant. This said... I don't care either!