Bronny’s in love …

Personal taste – there’s no accounting for it. And when you combine it with self-imposed expectations and outside pressures, it’s quite a steamy little brew. Let me explain: I really want to love graphic novels. I love the idea of them, and I like the idea of liking something that most other people either hate or don’t ‘get’. Pathetic, I know, but hey – personal taste …

So far, though, it’s been an uphill battle. I tried the worthy ones, and the pretty ones, and the edgy ones, and the foreign ones (both European and Asian), and the ones by my favourite author, and the ones by the cute little singer, and the just plain weird ones; and while there were one or two that I liked facets of (writing/storyline/illustrations), none really won me over wholeheartedly, although the Fables series came close. I began to realise that, far more even than with regular novels, the balance and mix had to be just right.

I even sought professional help (thanks, Malc, and Bek too), but alas for all my seeking, none truly filled that graphic-novel-shaped hole in my heart.

Until now. Now I’m in love. And not with just one, but two! Never rains but, etc …
Problem is, both of my new loves are beginnings of series, just released. And I’m kind of impatient. As Freddie says, “I want it all, and I want it now!” (Actually, there’s one about him here too …).
If I confess my new crushes to you, will you ‘fess up to me? And maybe support me in my waiting?

New Love Number One: Hatter M, by Frank Beddor and Ben Templesmith – a dark twist on the Alice in Wonderland tale.
New Love Number Two: Locke & Key, by Joe Hill and Gabriel Rodriguez. Mmm, yummy.

Or am I the only one who wants to want something? Doesn’t necessarily have to be graphic novels, even (we do blab on about them a bit here); could be Russian literature, or ancient mobster classics, or massive art history tomes …

5 thoughts on “Bronny’s in love …

  1. Tom 6 January 2009 / 4:20 pm

    Mmmmm….massive art history tomes…

  2. Lynne 6 January 2009 / 5:50 pm

    I love art history. And tomes. Let’s get together and pore.

  3. mj 7 January 2009 / 9:37 am

    I’ve always felt somewhat deprived (and weirdly guilty) that I have never “found the love” in reading fiction ‘classics’, some might even call it literature! (though must admit, I’ve also never had much luck with classic films either … Gone with the Wind – ugh!)

    It doesn’t matter whether it is children’s classics (Ballet Shoes, Anne of Green Gables) or adult classics (anything by Jane Austen). I just don’t enjoy them and try as I might, I haven’t been able to find anything that I enjoy (or even manage to finish …).

    Give me comedy, fantasy, science fiction, nonsense poems, … I just can’t get my head around the ‘classics’.

    So have just had to accept that I am not a classic literature kinda gal.

  4. Mo-mo 7 January 2009 / 2:29 pm

    I have always wanted to like feijoas but am incapable of it. Though possibly this is not the sort of thing you had in mind…

  5. bronnypop 7 January 2009 / 2:45 pm

    Actually, Mo-mo, that’s EXACTLY the sort of thing I meant. A bit like red wine or stinky cheese – you know it’s all grown-up and sophisticated, but it still tastes like old pants. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

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