This wasn’t a crisp read. It wasn’t a symphony. There were a lot of discordant notes, a lot of extraneous material that tripped me up when I just wanted to hang on to Nevin’s subject: Bill Watterson and his brilliant strip.

His subject is what kept me reading. It was a pleasant trip back to consider that special magic that Calvin and Hobbes held. Sure, that trip’s lens was smudged with Nevin’s own perspective, perhaps too much, sometimes, but that’s his prerogative, because it’s his book. Did I get to write the story of Bill Watterson? No, Nevin did. And, if for nothing else, it was worth the time spent reflecting on the career and talents Mr. Watterson for a few hours. Thanks, Nevin, for getting us up off the couch for the jog down memory lane.