I've been reading comic books for ages; I can't remember when I started, but I sure haven't stopped, a fact to which one of my shelves at home bears testament.
A few years ago, when I was a freshman in senior high school, I discovered a comic book that would change my outlook on comics. Well, I say comic, but really, it was a graphic novel.
The graphic novel in question was called "Death: the high cost of living", and is written by Neil Gaiman. It tells the story of how Death spends a day every century or so as a human.
The way it changed my outlook was this: it made me realize that comics doesn't have to be funny, they can be dead (sic!) serious pieces of heavy literature, and they can broach important and at times touchy subjects.
Ever since, I've loved Neil Gaiman's authorship, and I still pick out my own copy of Death every now and again, in order to remind myself what it was fascinated me.
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