I read these two comics and realized that not only do I not miss Seattle too terribly much, with its coffeehouse dwelling hipsters and its meaningful silences filling in for real content, but I don’t even miss reading about it. I liked these collections a lot. Murphy’s talents in storytelling and illustration are least highlighted in his stories about coffee and appear in much stronger relief in his other pieces that are reminiscent of Clowes while not being uber-creepy. A bit of ennui here, some disaffected youth there. All over, fun to read, fun to think about, well drawn and strongly narrated, these two books together would form one fine bound collection.