Oh, and also there's general-purpose life stories and bits about dogs. Here's a woman who knows how to tell you about the dysfunctional mind of a canine. Another great reason.
Before buying the book, I hadn't checked the Hyperbole and a Half blog since she'd apparently left the game, ostensibly to assemble the book, but also with a cliffhanger about depression, which is a hell of a place to last see anyone. (She followed it up two years later, and, reassuringly, there's an unrelated new-ish post up there as well.) I don't share the manic, imaginative side of Brosh's temperament, which is why I will never create a comedy routine out of it all, but I get all too well the inward-looking side, where self-awareness comes perilously close to self-image, and as another person who perceives himself as just barely smart enough to detect my own delusion, irrationality, and inadequacy, I understand how it can get you down, and farther down. (The bits about identity got to me most. As for depression, I sometimes think the only thing that staves off the clinical version is my abject terror of getting trapped in there without the tools to get out.) You, dear reader, probably know this balance pretty well yourself (introverts of the world,
Although it's illustrated, the form is not really a comic, and although it's written, it's not really a book or an essay either. I wish the thought were original with me, but I've read the form of Hyperbole and a Half described as the text equivalent of a standup routine. To capture the timing of that delivery is very impressive, and it couldn't be done without using the pictures, without an intuition of how long it takes them to convey the content, and without reducing that content to some kind of essence. They're crude, yeah, but they're brilliantly crude.
So buy it, or, if you're too cheap, go troll the blog. Laugh mostly, and cry when you need to.