The photos: go live on Instagram as I edit them and appear here in digest form every Sunday, with descriptive alt tags and additional commentary.
Not pictured: tons moar X-Men. I took a break last week, then dove back in and finally, finally reached the stuff I read when I was a teenager. I'm surprised at what I remember and what I've completely forgotten, as we'll discuss in more detail when I write about this chunk of issues.
I wish I could remember who urged me to read Kathleen Alcalá. It might have been Eva, who I've thanked just in case. It was certainly someone with amazing taste.
If you require something more than my word, you may want to know Alcalá reads like early Francesca Lia Block aimed at grownups and sans cultural appropriation.
Otherwise, I'm out. Just leave me alone to wallow in this woman's glorious prose and fantastical take on the everyday world.