Holy Winsor McCay, there’s a daunting multitude of comics anthologies in this world! So many, many, many anthologies of copiously illustrated stories, of sequential-art narratives, already in existence. And sometimes it seems that there’s another one being published, like, every single goddamn day. Y'know?

Unless you typically witness some 12-year-old homeless girl with or without a nail-studded baseball bat taking on violent street gangs and assorted criminals and, even, ninjas all mano-a-mano – and winning – then you probably haven’t seen anything like Street Angel before.

If you’re watching the David Lynch-driven revival of Twin Peaks these days, you’re grooving, as the hippies used to say, on some iconic, creepy, and increasingly mystical shit.

Looking for a gift for some comics-loving friend this holiday season, citizen? Or want to get yourself a little something decent in the way of sequential art in a good-looking package? Because you deserve it, really, just for having survived almost another whole year on this planet without resorting to homicide or suicide or some other sad 'cide?

Looking for a gift for some comics-loving friend this holiday season, citizen? Or want to get yourself a little something decent in the way of sequential art in a beautifully designed package? Because you deserve it, really, just for having survived almost another whole year on this planet without resorting to homicide or suicide or some other sad 'cide?

Like many things in this world – wars, businesses, families, feuds, civilizations, relentless amounts of Rey/Finn/Poe fanfic – it started because of romance.

Girl. Nerd. Superhero. That’s Couri Vine, the young protagonist of the new graphic novel series by Leah Lovise and Vanessa Shealy.

Ben Snakepit – who draws an autobiographical comic strip every single day of his life – who’s been doing so, without missing a day, since January First of 2001 – has a new book of the things coming out from Portland’s Microcosm Publishing.

You’ve done drugs, right? Not just alcohol, c’mon, alcohol only makes you stupid. I mean, you’ve at least smoked weed, right? Maybe done ecstasy or ‘shrooms or, ah, what was Jim Morrison’s thing? Tarantula venom? And maybe you’ve especially dropped a lot of acid?