Sex Criminals, Vol. 2: Due Piccioncini, Una Fava

Oh man, this is like a 10/5. I mean, like, I'm not inflating ratings, this is just how good this is. This is 200% good. Okay, maybe I should dial it back. The art is just okay, sometimes I feel tense and cringey cuz the art is just OKAY and I'm like, agrh. Like, we are not in the strong, capable drawing arms of Saga's Fiona Staples or The Wicked + The Divine's Jamie McKelvie. Nor are we, for that matter, in the strong, capable, CRAZY arms of drawing crazy business like Brandon Graham's many insane choices on the Prophet series. No, no, the art in this is... just okay. Pedestrian? I don't wanna be mean. It's fine!

I'M TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING TO CRITIQUE

Because, honestly, the writing in this is just - PERFECT. I laughed out loud at almost every page. It was a consistently funny, smart portrayal of human sexuality and, of course, relationships and LAVVVV. In this volume, John the manfriend has some mental health troubles, and that too was handled with intelligence and grace and wit and charm.

Honestly, I can't recommend this enough. One of the best series out there right now! Also, very fun to ask for it in the bookstore, “Ex-squeeze me, but where may I find your latest issues of SEX CRIMINALS, hmmm??”