A friend of mine has been begging me to read Bryan Lee O'Malley's Scott Pilgrim for a while now. It's great to have those sort of friends. I read the book over a long breakfast (I had one bite, read the book, and then finished my cold pancakes and coffee). In all that time the big stupid grin I found myself with never left my face.
It's been a while since I've read anything that was filled with this much joy. And the best part is there are still more books in the series to be read.