These four graphic novels tell compelling stories, from a girl navigating life’s chaos through horror comics to a compilation of often misunderstood comic strips and from the meta-comedic struggles of a compulsively self-referential novelist to a frank memoir of historical trauma and familial re-connection.

It’s hard to communicate the giddy thrill Emil Ferris’ “My Favorite Thing Is Monsters” produced in 2017. People ran out of praise. With the eagerly awaited second volume hitting shelves with a resounding thump (it’s a big one), it’s clear Ferris was no flash in the pan. It continues to thread creature-feature fantasy with an achingly poignant coming-of-age story, drawn with Ferris’ boisterously dense, pen-and-marker-on-lined-notebook-paper aesthetic, creating a soulful portrait of an awakening self.
It opens on Ferris’ quasi-autobiographical heroine, 10-year-old Karen Reyes. She has lost both her mother and neighbor Anka, a Holocaust survivor who was Karen’s dark muse. The grit and tumult of Karen’s lovingly rendered late-’60s Chicago neighborhood is dense with vivid characters (gangsters, crooked cops, a cult leader) and looming portents. Casting herself as detective, Karen listens to tapes left by a haunted Anka to decipher her death.
Ferris intersperses the horror-loving Karen’s frenetic imagination (to visualize her fractured self-image, she is drawn as a dress-wearing werewolf) with jolts of reality (the ugly truth about her older brother, a chaotic glimpse of the 1968 Democratic National Convention). Given the real monsters stalking Karen’s waking world, escaping into gothic fantasia seems like a smart call.
My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Book Two
By: Emil Ferris.
Publisher: Fantagraphics, 412 pages, $44.99. Out May 28.

Anybody who caught “Zippy the Pinhead” creator Bill Griffith’s “Three Rocks” — a tribute to the Zen greatness of Ernie Bushmiller’s comic strip “Nancy” — knows the humble comic is considered more than just another strip wedged in next to “Blondie.” This compilation of Bushmiller’s work about the spunky 8-year-old (which he stopped producing in 1982) is a fun, at times head-scratching reminder of newspaper comics at their peak.