Reviews for Zippy Annual, 2001

The average rating for Zippy Annual, 2001 based on 2 reviews is 2 stars.

Review # 1 was written on 2014-01-03 00:00:00 Scott Bedell To begin this review, let me tell you how much I hated this book and why. 1. Terrible plot 2. The characters were terrible 3. I couldn't finish this book; it's too long and not worth reading 4. Nothing makes sense (but now that I think of it, I don't think it's supposed to). This book barely even has a plot. Of course, each page was made up of three strips stretched across it, containing three or four panels and in these panels was a person (I can't tell if it is a woman or a man) who had a couple of hairs growing out of it's head with a bow around it, an orange dress decorated with yellow polka-dots, and an honestly creepy face with an after-shave on it. And that person was named Zippy and it's best friend had dirty-blonde hair, a long nose and wore a tuxedo. His name was Griffy. There's a giant dog head, a giant goose and a giant guy holding a muffler and wearing a funny hat that talks to Zippy, and when Zippy sees something he repeatedly repeats the name or title of it until the three panels are over. He'd say something like 'My name's Zippy, My name's Zippy, My name's Zippy! My name's Zippy, My name's Zippy, My name's Zippy! My name's Zippy, My name's Zippy, My name's Zippy!' I didn't fill out 'date I finished this book due to the obvious fact that I couldn't. I rate this book a one and if you decide to read this book then you will, too.

Review # 2 was written on 2007-06-03 00:00:00 Johannes S�re I think this may be one of the most moving and gut-wrenching books about war that I've ever read. I'm not sure why it made so much more of an impact on me than all of the other books of war journalism I've read over the years. There's something about it that just really gets under your skin. Maybe it's that Sacco can show us these people -- not just tell us what they looked like, but actually draw them as they look when they are most vulnerable or most ugly and violent. The plight of the denizens of Gorazde really got to me; I found myself walking home from work turning the story over in my mind. I think what hit me, which had never hit me before so much, was the realization that these were people who lived lives very much like mine: they went to school, they came home and watched TV and hung out with their neighbors and went to clubs. And then, in a matter of months, people from the city were freezing to death trying to walk to find food. The neighbors that they shared food with were killing each other. It really shook me up, the idea that life could go so quickly from peace and normality to something so horrific.