Sweet Tooth #1
If it wasn't for the members of both The Outhouse and the great group of people that I hang out with at my LCS (including the wonderful and puny...errr... funny) Old Man, I might never have discovered Vertigo. For that I thank you all.
The last new Vertigo book I read, I believe, was The Vinyl Underground, which I ended up enjoying until its cancellation, so I was totally jazzed on reading this. I mean it's Vertigo! They hit more than they miss for me. Are you sensing a but coming up? Okay, here it is...
But I've never had a Vertigo book that I sat down with no opinion at all. Unfortunately, that's how I felt with Sweet Tooth. There wasn't much that piqued my curiosity here, and I really didn't care for the artwork at all.
I just had the feeling that the author was working a bit too hard to make it weird and different. Did he succeed for me? Not really. Boy with antlers, meh, I've seen hornier young men in my youth than him. End of the world cataclysm that has changed what is normal in society... been there, read that before.
Honestly, I can't say I didn't like it. I just can't say I did like it, either. It just seemed to be there... like a table lamp. It did what it was supposed to do, but it didn't shed new light on anything either.
My Score: 5.5
"I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright.
I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun more.
I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive.
I wish you enough pain so that the smallest joys in life appear much bigger.
I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting.
I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess.
I wish enough "Hello's" to get you through the final "Good-bye.."
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