I did pick up Miss Fury while at the comic book shop today. And then put it down again. Quickly. No one's boobs look like that. Seriously.
So I picked up Abe Sapien #1 instead, which I found quite enjoyable. The nod to Justin Bieber in the devil-conjuring scene totally hooked me. Of course the girl wearing a Justin Bieber turtleneck gets sacrificed. Of course.
I was definitely left with more questions than answers after this issue. Christian tells me that can be a hazard of Hellboy comics. I'm ok with the questions I have--so far, they are the sign that I want to keep reading. There does seem to be an awful lot of yelling in this issue. I was starting to wonder if this is a trademark of the writer because there are at least three separate instances of serious yelling. The issue even ends with yelling. And, of course, the yelling leads to questions that aren't answered.
The art is dark and creepy at all the right moments. Whatever happened to that hobo's arm is totally cringe-inducing. It also pays attention to the right details--when Devon's head drops after she is questioned on Abe Sapien's well-being, we know she's hurting. Her body language in that entire sequence is spot on.
At this point, we know very little about what is going on with Abe Sapien himself. He's in hiding, obviously, but why? I have no idea. I'll be waiting for the next issue to answer that.
On to Fables, Volume 8. It's been months since I read Volume 7 and I finally picked up Volume 8 today. I'm going to be honest. I cried. Happy tears though. Bigby Wolf and Snow White get married!! This is probably my favorite volume out of all of them so far. I'm planning to read this again. Mostly for the obvious reasons--Christian and I getting married in three months, for one. Christian totally looking like Bigby Wolf, for another.
When Snow White and Bigby reunite, they begin to walk off and Snow exclaims, "Hold on, I need to go back and get my cane." Bigby replies, "No, you won't need it. You can lean on me from now on."
I couldn't see the panels until three pages later, I was so teary-eyed. I'm such a softy.