261. Peanuts by Charles M Schulz

I didn't care too much about pictures when I was a kid. I liked the Beano and the Dandy, and I liked raiding my grandmother's attic for my mum and aunties old annuals because they were profoundly strange, but I wasn't really a reader of comics. But I loved Peanuts.

Why didn't Charlie Brown have any hair? Was Snoopy a dog or a kind of god? Would Schroeder ever pay attention to Lucy? Would Lucy ever let Charlie Brown kick the ball? Would Linus ever kick the blanket habit?

I read the strips in books, rather than day to day in the newspaper, and had to ration myself or fear running out of reading material. I go back to those same books now, occasionally, if the world has gone dark and I need reminding of the light. Never fails.