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Last summer I gave my niece the first three issues of Lumberjanes for her 6th birthday. The comics are aimed at a slightly higher reading level, but I couldn’t resist introducing her to these adventurous young gals. We read them together a few times and she seemed to like the combo of visual storytelling and spunky dialogue, but there’s a huge gap between like and love. Like eventually gets lost under a bed and that’s what I figured happened with these.

Oh, well.

Then last week we’re drinking watermelon lemonade smoothies and waiting for our newly painted birdhouse masterpieces to dry. She disappears upstairs and returns with the white cardboard envelop the Lumberjane comics were shipped in. Only now the envelop is colored blue and covered with rainbows and toothy purple sharks. The three issues have the wear and tear of a year’s worth of constant page turning. Apparently she reads them all the time, brings them on car rides and picnics.


I get big auntie points for introducing my little buddies to a series they love. So I go to the Boom Studios store hoping there are a few more issues now that she’s memorized the first three. There are. Lots and lots of them. 17 to be exact, with an 18th due out in August. AND 20th Century Fox is developing the series into a live action movie.

The girlies are thrilled. That is their reaction to everything these days – varying degrees of excitement. Disappointment rolls off of them faster than they can inhale a bucket of cotton candy, which is pretty fast and reminds me of a valuable life lesson. Never ever ever open my mouth at night at the drive-in and allow a child to put a pinch of something edible in it. It will be wet from their own mouths, sticky, and more sugary than my boring adult body can handle.

Jurassic World and San Andreas were high production bores, but we did see a rainbow and made friends with the geniuses in the pick-up truck parked next to us. They hauled a couch and recliner to the drive-in and waved to us on our dewy, grass-covered blanket spread on a lumpy hill. Clearly these are people who have mastered life.