One Potato Review

A girl of few words and impressive geographical ambitions travels between her mother’s place in the city to her grandmother’s in the country, meticulous towers and spidery bridges giving way to junkyards and swamplands and unidentifiable mammals and acres of flowers, no one exactly like the other, which the intriguingly named Albertine must have spent weeks in conceiving. And ziggurats and teetering chateaus and potential deconstructions. Says the girl near the end, “I want to be big so I can understand things better.” Good luck with that, sweetie, but meanwhile don’t forget to enjoy the view.