Huh, this is a book that people enjoy? Really? I just don't get it. I guess it's probably better-written than a random collection of twelve issues of Silver Age Superman, but not a significant improvement over a sharp stick in the eye.
Also, I cannot believe how terrible the art is. Scribbly little lines in all the wrong places that remind me of nothing so much as Rob Liefeld (although admittedly with a much
firmer grasp of how objects occupy space and no footphobia or pouchphilia) and the digital coloring costs big money to print but looks cheap and unreal with the stupid plastic-y gradients everywhere. Everyone's clothes look like they are sewn from thick rubber sheets that flop and bulge everywhere. It's distractingly bad.