It was like ordering a meal you know you like at a restaurant you have eaten at for years.
Nostalgia hit me hard as I ordered Volume 1 on Amazon. That is until I stumbled upon the re-release of B.P.R.D. That feeling they gave me of joy and wonder has kinda died.
I love comics… but I don’t LOVE comics… not like I used to. Something I hung up somewhere toward the end of the New 52. I would spend sleepless nights pooling over pages over and over again looking at the written words, the lettering choices, the layout the lines… but that all feels like a thing of the past. The stacks of books I used to bring home regularly use to fuel me. It’s not that my love for comics has waned, but rather that nothing seems to capture the vibe I once enjoyed. Little did I know that it would lead me to discover one of my all-time favorite titles in B.P.R.D.įast forward 15 years, and my weekly comic purchases have dwindled to almost nothing, except for occasional review copies or research material for my own work. He sold it to me at cover price, a fact that when he realized the value of the older books he was not too happy about, and from that point forward I was hooked. Hellboy: Conqueror Worm was about to hit the shelves, and being a completionist I asked said sitcom-esq comic shop owner if I could purchase the run of books. So, being a fan of horror books, and collecting Mike Mignola covers as I could find them, B.P.R.D. for sure caught my eye. Somewhere between Superman coming back and the towers falling I had just stopped believing in heroes with big smiles and bulging muscles. I could not get behind a narrative where the guy in spandex who punched a god was somehow supposed to be worried about the bank robber with a laser gun. Cape-books* felt like they were trying too hard.
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