When I was a kid I used to love reading comics. I used to look forward to spinning the comic book rack at the gas station, convenience store, and if I was lucky we’d blow some time away at the comic book store at the mall.
I used to read all sorts of comics too. I used to read everything from Archie, Richie Rich, and Casper to Spiderman, X-Men, and Iron Man. I just enjoyed reading the books and checking out the artwork.
At some point I stopped reading them, I’m not sure at what age that was though. As I watched my younger brothers grow up and read comics, I often wondered if they read them much later in age than I did… seems to be I stopped somewhere around grade 7, but I cannot be certain - my brothers, though, were still reading them much later than that though… and sometimes I feel as though I missed out.
Well, I bought a few comics this summer, before I moved to our new house, even - wow, when did I order those books now? Let me check.
Hooo - okay, this surprises me a little because I just finished reading the first one today. Apparently I received Joss Whedon’s Fray
It didn’t take me long to read the book, though - I only managed to find time to read the book now that I am out of work and have a bit of time on my hands. I read the entire thing in only a handful of sittings, to say it was a page turner would be putting it lightly. Fray could be a book that spurs on some more comic-reading goodness.
[ yes yes, spoilers are mild, if any … it’s okay to continue ]
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