This one’s from my TPB read pile, which has significantly grown after my recent trips to Powerbooks. Punk Rock Jesus, by Sean Murphy, has been sitting on my shelf for years. I remember when I bought it from National Bookstore in late 2016, it came with a very curious freebie: a sachet of Breeze liquid detergent. Weirdest. Freebie. Ever.
Anyway, I wasn’t able to get far with Punk Rock Jesus. I was out of the house with the wifey most of Saturday, and had very little reading time on Sunday. I was also juggling two books: Zero Cool by John Lange (aka Michael Crichton) and American Kingpin: The Epic Hunt for the Criminal Mastermind Behind the Silk Road by Nick Bilton, the latter I’m reading on my newly refurbished Kindle.
Other things I wasn’t able to do over the weekend: Finishing You and watching my usual weekend movie. Also: biking and spending an hour or two in the gym. Seems like it was a weekend of must-do’s that didn’t pan out.
And all along the shadow of Big Bad Wolf Book Sale loomed large over me. People posting their “hauls” on Facebook almost convinced me to check it out. But I had neither the money to burn nor the patience to deal with the needed long distance commute from home to Pasay City, so I stayed at home instead.
These days, it’s all Nailbiter. Finished Vol. 1 (“There Will Be Blood”) in one day, currently enjoying Vol. 2 (“Bloody Hands”), and looking forward to reading the succeeding volumes. Serial killers and comics, man. Welcome to my world.
I remember writing here what a disappointment Deadpool #8 was and hoping that the next issue would be a rebound. Turns out wishes still do come true, because #9, released last week, is better than I had expected. In fact, it was awesome. One of the, if not the best issue so far in the Skottie Young run of Deadpool.
Not much comic-reading happened today. I just read the two issues that complete Vol. 1 of the New Avengers (2010) TPB, and that was it. Reading time was spent mostly with Denis Johnson’s Nobody Move, which I finished today. Something about finishing a book on the first day of a month makes me want to pat myself on the back. And if it lands on a Friday, like today, it makes for a double celebration. Sort of.
With me still in cost-cutting mode, I pre-ordered only one comic book this week: Marvel Comics Presents #1. It’s an anthology, and I dig anthologies, so why not? The first story features Wolverine fighting a demon summoned by a gypsy woman facing execution by the Nazis. Then it was followed by two one-and-done’s — one has Namor in WWII having moral dilemma over the Allied forces’ intention to nuke Japan to oblivion, while the other has Captain America bonding with a teenage daredevil over motorcycles and dreams. It’s a good issue, but whether or not I’ll pre-order #2 is still a big question mark.
Read the first issue of Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips’ Criminal over the weekend and was, for lack of better term, floored. Really, why can’t comics — or at least this one — be weekly instead of monthly? Methinks 30 days is too long to wait for Criminal issue #2.
So despite a busy weekend I was still able to finish Deadly Class Vol 1: Reagan Youth. The SyFy series will drop this month and I intend to dive into it with background not culled from Wikipedia. I’m not lazy like that to the things that matter.
A comic book a day 