This is a weighty tome. It is beautifully and lovingly drawn in over-the-top detail. It is about the monsters in our lives, and the monster inside us, told from the point of view of a girl growing up in 1960s Chicago. Thank goodness her older brother, an artist among other more dubious things, takes her to the Art Institute, and teaches her not only to look carefully, but to experience paintings by entering them.
As children, our perspective on the world is different from the ones we have as we age, but if we are wise, we keep the open-eyed/open heart perspective and carry it with us as not to miss the many details of everything around us.