After a better part of a day of looking at reviews and information, I decided to buy a novel, of the graphic nature. Both in explicit content (that I didn’t know about before hand) and the fact that it was a huge bounded comic book
I need to back track…
4 days ago, I accompanied my humble roommate Alex to the mall so he could decide on a 59fifty black on black with white trim Boston Red Socks hat. After some passive conversation with the Lids sales representative, three different 7 5/8” hats and my constant interjections that he would be better off with brand new Yankees hat* he decided to pass on a hat at that point at time. So with nothing left on the agenda we decided to take stroll to the B&N for a pair of mocha fraps and to secretly find out how they wrap their sandwiches so I can apply the same process to the sandwiches I make at work.
So as I semi-inconspicuously trying to poke my face over the display counter trying to steal a glance at their delicatessen machinery, I simultaneously hear the deep, low grumble of Alex, with a high contrast of 3 squawking college girls jabbering away, about every thing that that could be describe with words like “totally” “like” “she’s such a bitch!” and “I got cramps”. I found this hilarious. Alex did not.
After less then 5 minutes of waiting, and a fruitless intel recon mission, it was our turn to order. I stand at the counter, and being fully aware of exactly what I am about to order, I still recite the words in my head to make sure I that don't fuck it up. I disguise this little trick by glancing at the menu board on the wall for a couple seconds. After enough time goes by and I feel confident that these next series of words will be executed with little to no flaws, I notice that the cashier lady is kind of Pretty. Which leads my mind to wander away from the task at hand and I passively mouth the words, “tall mocha frap chino”. I walk by not yet realizing my mistake.
Next is Alex’s turn, and honestly I don’t have any idea what he ordered I am too busy recalling everything that just happened in the last five minutes. Between mindlessly zoning out and unintentionally staring at the pretty-faced Starbucks employee I hear the call “tall mocha frap chino” and realize I wanted a grande
I grab my beverage and meander over to the graphic novels area, just to see if there is any thing worth looking at. I saw it….
This 720-page 6" x 8.5" monochrome,Thirty dollar, softcovered monster caught my eye. But I did not buy it for the money I had was … I didn’t have any money, or at least I didn't have 30 buck to spend on a comic book. Distraught but not defeated, Me and Alex work out way back home.
When we finally reach home, I allow my body to go limp as I fall to the couch and be taken hostage by a very eager air conditioned living room. After a couple moments contemplation on incredible things, I decide to research my new object of affection. As I skimmed though various Wikipedia pages and a massive publishing website, I discovered, though with no surprise, this was a well liked book. A lot of reviews claim its a magnificent piece of work and should be read by every literate human being alive. Not bad huh?
I was slightly hysterical when I found out that I had 80 dollars in my dead beat account. With out a skipping a beat Alex and I return to our old familiar journey to the mall! Alex determined to by a Red Socks hat, and myself to own a really big book with pictures .
There really isn't much to say after this point.
Up until the point I finished the book….
After I finished the book, I got to say I was slightly discouraged. Although, I was Impressed by the artwork, and the metaphors of sand and water and stuff, this book had nothing to offer me, especially nothing worth 30 bucks.