I bought this book one week ago. I found it by chance lurking around the shelves at the Old Heaven book shop in OCT loft. It's my first comic book in more than two years, being the last one I bought in 2010 at the Forbidden Planet in London while I was living there (it was an issue of Alan Moore's League of Extraordinary Gentlemen)
The book is good, nowhere close to be excellent, but a nice diary of the author's stay in Jerusalem: the drawing style is a less idiosyncratic Art Spiegelman, a little too soft in picturing the wounded land of Israel but effective in the story-telling (the author used to work in animation). I prefer when the story is up to the daily routine of the author and his family rather than attempting at unscrambling the big political and social issues, but in the end it's a good reading.
I've been a huge comics fan since I was a kid: I remember my father's Asterix books the first comics of my life. I wouldn't say not reading any one all this time was something hard to tolerate for me, but maybe more of a white noise in the back of my head.