The Secret to Superhuman Strength is a hefty, quirky book that’s a bit of a departure for Bechdel in theme and structure. It’s ostensibly about exercise and the body/mind dichotomy but it’s really an exploration of mortality and meaning. The structure is only loosely chronological, with scenes interspersed of Bechdel’s contemplating connections to Kerouac, Margaret Fuller, Buddhist teachings and more. I really liked the colour work by Holly Rae Taylor and the funny details that Bechdel inserts in several panels. Overall it wasn’t my favourite but I did appreciate the ending.