As per usual with a Kei Toume production, Momonchi is dominated by inner monologues and unnoticeable-yet-amiable characters. What this means for the average reader is a manga with no resolution or character development. What this means for the Kei Toume fan is another great reading experience with beautiful colored artworks, or an engrossing work that will no doubtedly occupy our minds with countless hours of fantasy wherein we undress the heroines from the shackles we call clothes.

I don’t really know how else to enjoy this series. Still, no matter the reason or method to your madness, it will prove to be worth the hour or two (maybe three) reading through this nonchalant piece of real fiction. It is a very light-hearted comedy, so don’t expect anything like incest or rape as you might expect from an average manga.

The plot follows the life of Momo Okamoto as she perseveres through her post-high school days attending an art prep school, following in the steps of her artist father. As you might guess, the low-life deadbeat left his family to pursue his art and Momo grew up hardly knowing him. Though that is the case, she does not hate him or harbor any resentment towards him. In fact, it proves to have quite the opposite effect as she feels closer to him now that he is gone. Let’s not point fingers, she’s not the brightest of heroines. If I had to give her an archetype, it’d be the ditzy short kid who has trouble staying awake for lessons. Of course she would pursue art, the lazy wench.

I am kidding. Probably. Possibly. Huh… what was this article about? Oh yes, the plot is about her dealings with love, or lack thereof. In the end, nothing really happened. I hope you enjoy the irony as much as I do.