Worry Doll is by far one of the strangest things I’ve read. I do have a slight problem with the format as the page on the left is dedicated to what I can only describe as prose; while the right page is art without any dialogue appearing on the page. worry-dollThe story is not one that I want to explain because so much of the charm of Worry Doll is figuring it out and interrupting it for yourself. There’s murder. There are dolls. There’s general creepiness, but not so much of narration or plot to follow. It captures the madness of a killer quite well, but even saying that is an understatement to the content.

The artwork is impressive. I can’t, for the life of me, tell if it’s photorealistic or photo referenced, and I’m not sure if it matters. It’s just hard to compliment it without knowing accurately. I liked it. The black and white images make it very eerie and strange. The imagery stays with you after you’ve completed reading it, that’s for sure.

This review is probably one of my shortest reviews ever because while I enjoyed the book, there’s not a lot to say about it without invalidating your reason to read it. It’s a great conversation piece so don’t be surprised if it ends up on the podcast at some point with spoilers. While I still have some hang-ups on the format, at least it attempts something different.