Wait, that sounds terrible. Obviously, we mean you can now purchase Daniel Mallory Ortberg and Matt Lubchansky’s comic masterpiece for the low price of $20.

Give one to a friend! Give one to someone who harasses you on the street!

The Toast does not endorse giving presents to street harassers. –Nicholas Pavich, publisher.

He left me where he found me: the balcony of my mother’s apartment with the smell of adobo wafting in from the windows above, my sneakered feet dangling off the edge. His cape fluttered in the breeze and disappeared over the apartment building across the street, its jagged hem just barely missing a satellite dish.

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The first headline I saw was by accident. My mother had sent me to sweep up the porch and Donny sped past on his bicycle, swinging a soggy newspaper in a perfect arc right onto the steps. We never paid for the newspaper, but Donny must have taken pity on us.

“Superhero Leaves City” it said, the subtitle too smeared by the sweat of Donny’s palm to read. I unfolded the newspaper and read the rest of the article carefully, me and the broom leaning against the door. I could hear my mother stomping around upstairs, digging through my room for things to throw away or clean or rearrange, but I couldn’t muster the usual annoyance.

When I finished reading, I rolled the paper up and tossed it onto the neighbor’s stoop.

Rachael Schafer draws us a map to her first experience of reading Flowers in the Attic.