These zines possess the ramblings of a self-professed 36-year-old hoosier mother in Brooklyn N.Y. It may be that I cannot relate to the author or her life, but I don’t think that a journal on an excursion to Coney Island with her two children, or her fascination with Korean children’s stationary makes for entertaining writing. It felt like I was reading a 34-age letter to the author’s mother, recounting all the details of the past few months. Individuals in similar stages of their life may find this type of zine appealing, but I do not. (Jay Joshi)