Suburban Glamour? I'm getting ready to ship several boxes of comics and TPBs to Cej. I've had his three Miracleman books since the first weekend of November 2006. It's now the end of June 2010. It might be time to return those wonderful Moore books. They're probably my favorite of what I've read of his and the only things of his I've read more than once (well, I started Olympus again a few months back but was sidetracked and will have to start over, like now). Then again, I haven't read much of his: Watchmen, League of Extraordinary Gentleman I and II, V for Vendetta, Superman: Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow? Alan Moore's Writing for Comics and a handful of single issues that were sometimes good on their own, sometimes not so good. That's a small fraction of his work. But I'm totally digressing.

I'm here to write about Jamie McKelvie's Suburban Glamour, a book touted by one Warren Ellis, who I'll be writing about soon when I write about some science fiction.

After reading this a second time, just to make sure I want to give it up to Cej, I just don't dig it. Astrid, a cute/hot English Emo girl who finds out about her magical origins, but that's all the story is. A set up for what seems will come later, or it's just a nothing story. There's no real connection to the characters felt, no real action, not much  drama. The book moves slowly, I'm guessing to really introduce readers to the characters, Astrid and her friends, but I just don't care. I can still dig teen and twenty-something drama (Re: Scott Pilgrim or Love the Way You Love) if written well, but this didn't meet that criterion.

What I like most of the time is the art. It's clean, with thick lines, and the characters look distinct. The covers are fantastically designed and very "artsy", but that's where it ends for me. Some of the mystical characters aren't that interesting looking, probably due to McKelvie's art style. It's hard to make monsters look scary when it seems like the art is best suited only to show us pretty girls and pretty boys.

I wish I had waited for the ten dollar trade instead of shelling out $3.50 an issue ($14.00)

I wouldn't mind seeing McKelvie's art with someone else's writing, but for now, I'm going to shy away from anything he writes himself.