I stopped reading Strangers in Paradise in 2004.
Wait. No. That's not where this starts.
A girl heard I read comic books and handed me some graphic novels. And they were very, very much different than anything I had read. While Sandman was great and grand and epic... SiP was very human. It was people in relationships doing stupid things in those relationships. There was this other plot line that had a lot of guns and espionage and that was fun and all but that's not what this was about - at least not for me. That part of the plot just created tension and often got to the point or absurdity, mostly background.
I stopped reading because there was too much drama in my life that I couldn't handle THAT MUCH drama in my escapism.
I heard the series was ending. And Laura told me something about one of the main characters and it was ... well, it was sort of like hearing about a friend. The news was not good. And the series was ending. A series that's been going on since 1993, mostly independantly published. I got in on the action a few years late but it was easy to pick it all up.
This weekend I picked up the issues I'd missed in trade.
There is a reason I'm still up at 1 am. And I've been crying.
Some part of my says it is stupid to cry over a character on paper. I'll be damned if I really care. Death is death is death. It hits hard, especially in specific circumstances. (And yeah, I'm trying to be non-spoilery here for whatever reason.) And if it doesn't impact you somehow the writing is awful or you're just thinking to yourself that they'll be back. Which is a great loss, If you're not worried about the risks, what the hell is the point?
I'll be buying the last two issues as that is all that is left.
While I want a happy ending, I don't know if there will be one and I'm okay with that too.
Some part of me will always want to be Katchoo but I think I'm much, much more like Francine.
Wait. No. That's not where this starts.
A girl heard I read comic books and handed me some graphic novels. And they were very, very much different than anything I had read. While Sandman was great and grand and epic... SiP was very human. It was people in relationships doing stupid things in those relationships. There was this other plot line that had a lot of guns and espionage and that was fun and all but that's not what this was about - at least not for me. That part of the plot just created tension and often got to the point or absurdity, mostly background.
I stopped reading because there was too much drama in my life that I couldn't handle THAT MUCH drama in my escapism.
I heard the series was ending. And Laura told me something about one of the main characters and it was ... well, it was sort of like hearing about a friend. The news was not good. And the series was ending. A series that's been going on since 1993, mostly independantly published. I got in on the action a few years late but it was easy to pick it all up.
This weekend I picked up the issues I'd missed in trade.
There is a reason I'm still up at 1 am. And I've been crying.
Some part of my says it is stupid to cry over a character on paper. I'll be damned if I really care. Death is death is death. It hits hard, especially in specific circumstances. (And yeah, I'm trying to be non-spoilery here for whatever reason.) And if it doesn't impact you somehow the writing is awful or you're just thinking to yourself that they'll be back. Which is a great loss, If you're not worried about the risks, what the hell is the point?
I'll be buying the last two issues as that is all that is left.
While I want a happy ending, I don't know if there will be one and I'm okay with that too.
Some part of me will always want to be Katchoo but I think I'm much, much more like Francine.