Perogyo, after I'd listed my top 13 picks for the best Canadian graphic novels of all time. It was a damned fined recommendation, and I can honestly say, if if were to do the list over, I think I'd make room for it.
I'll start with first with the artwork. It's got a very retro aesthetic, very consistently and uniquely stylized. You know I've loved the artwork of Daniel Clowes and Charles Burns and those guys, but I've been finding that look way too common in graphic novels lately. Arsenault offers something rare. And most importantly, it fits the lonely tone of the story.
On that note, it's a downer of a book, especially for the young audience it's aimed after, but there's at least an uplifting ending and the problems are real, so a young girl going through similar problems would presumably relate and take comfort in it. One notably sad detail was the constant mention of Hélène's (the "me" in the title) weight. Other middle-schoolers tease her about it, she's really self-conscious about it, and yet Arsenault has her depicted as relatively the same size as everyone else. At first I thought it was a mistake on the artist's part, but then when I realized that Hélène probably has a self-image disorder, either capitalized on or partially caused by her peers, my heart nearly broke for the poor girl.
Any book that makes me feel for a character this much is top-notch.