subtitled A Graphic Memoir of Sorts.
First, big thanks to Doug and Emily for holding down the fort while I went on what I thought was going to be a working holiday… that turned into a mostly devices-free holiday. It was thus a delight to come back to work, and read and laugh and cry my way through what has turned out to be the next 5-star book on my 2025 list, Karen Vermeulen’s astonishing and gracious Good Luck To Us All.
This graphic memoir skips lightly over the first thirty-something years of the author’s life, telling us briefly about her work and world travels and disinterest in “settling down” before finding herself firmly in her 30s, single and living alone in Cape Town, South Africa. Figuring she might as well add a middle sobriquet to her chosen descriptor, she decides to adopt a cat which, unsurprisingly to this animal lover, turns out to be the best decision of her life (even if she is horribly allergic to cats.)
The chapters that follow delve with both humor and brutal honesty into the issues that plague single middle-aged women worldwide. Pets and (other people’s) children get several chapters, as do physical and spiritual health, in hilarious essays on yoga and meditation retreats. More poignant are the passages on aging and beauty. It’s probably the mom in me, but I wanted to reach through the pages and tell her “baby, no” every time she put herself down. Perhaps it’s also the fact that I’m a person who’s worked (and is still working!) hard to earn my self-esteem, and hate it when people (myself included!) have a hard time embracing their own joy and loveliness.








