Page 45 Comic & Graphic Novel Reviews May 2019 week two

Featuring Posy Simmonds, Paul Gravett, Box Brown, Colleen AF Venable & Ellen T. Crenshaw, Eva Schlunke, Robert Poole, Polyp, Malaka Gharib, Michel Fiffe, Neil Gaiman, P. Craig Russell, Scott Hampton

Kiss Number 8 (£13-99, First Second) by Colleen AF Venable & Ellen T. Crenshaw ~

“You can’t deny that he’s totally hot.”
“You’re going to hell, Cat. You know that, right?”
“I mean. Look at those abs! If we get more decent-looking altar boys, maybe I’ll stop drooling over our lord and savior.”
“So, you’re telling me you come to church because you have the hots for Jesus?”
“Nooo. I have the hots for THAT SCULPTURE of Jesus.  Shame you never get to see the back. Betcha Jesus’s got an ass that could crack a walnut… Hell, I bet it could shell a cashew!”

Being mischievous with friends in Church on Sunday followed by cheesy fries at the minor league game with dad, studying for exams and sneaking out on a Friday night, Amanda is your typical high school teen. But after overhearing a conversation between her dad on the phone with a mysterious woman named Dina, Amanda’s life is about to unravel as she uncovers a whole tangle of secrets and lies, and enters one very intense month of discovery, not just about her family, but also about herself.



Amanda’s best friend is the vivacious Cat. A punk full of attitude and sass, rebellious to the bone, loving nothing more than sneaking out to her fave club “Zipper” to drink cheap vodka, dance the night away to the latest dreadful band and find a hot guy to snog, she’s a bit of a one, is Cat. After all, I’m not sure how many in the congregation are crushing on Jesus’s abs each Sunday. But her and Amanda balance each other out perfectly, and are as such inseparable.

Lately, Cat has been on at Amanda because the lack of boys she’s kissed makes her fear that she’s turning into a nun. Why not have some fun with Adam, the cute boy next door? He clearly has the hots for Amanda , so why the hell not? But so far, Amanda has successfully managed to artfully dodge Adam’s advances. But she is starting to realise something. The more that Cat goes on at her, the more she comes to the realisation that the reason she isn’t interested in kissing any boys is because the person who she really wants to kiss is Cat…



Friendship, family, religion, infidelity, self discovery and sexuality, KISS NUMBER 8 is a book that packs a punch. While it does have its moments of impassioned anger, it is also peppered with subtle unspoken moments of tenderness, such as Amanda tentatively stroking a love bite on Cat’s neck with the back of her hand, while Cat revels in the attention of the chance to show off a trophy from the previous evening’s conquest.

Venable and Crenshaw have created an intimate cast of characters that deftly deliver a coming-of-age psychodrama, which ebbs and flows so naturally you will be completely swept away with it. Their variety, their humour and their personalities are all people we have known at some point or another in our lives, and so this book brings its own sense of familiarity.



If you have enjoyed the likes of Kevin Panetta and Savanna Ganucheau’s BLOOM, Mariko and Jillian Tamaki’s THIS ONE SUMMER, or Tilly Walden’s SPINNING, then let me introduce you to your new favourite read.

“We don’t get to choose who we love. But sometimes we get lucky and fall for someone wonderful.”


Buy Kiss Number 8 and read the Page 45 review here

Cannabis: An American History (£14-99, SelfMadeHero) by Box Brown…

“The report said cannabis is not physically addictive.
“The gateway drug theory is false. It’s not harmful to anyone.
“It should be descheduled and declassified.

“Nixon went into a rage. He trashed the report.

“Instead, Nixon had Senator James “Segregation-Is-Not-Discrimination” Eastland hold hearings. The hearings would present a different view, using their own experts… They would completely disregard the thousands of hours put into the Schafer report in favour of hours of provably false testimony by a litany of people in on the whole point: to demonise cannabis.

““Oh, it damages your immune system, your white blood cells, other cells, too. All kinds of cell damage. There are many cases of brilliant young people going on pot benders, and even after they quit they are left dumb. This all started in Berkeley with the students. The culture is out of control. It’s spreading and soon our whole population will be half-zombie. We may find ourselves with a generation of brain-damaged youth.””

“President Nixon signed the comprehensive Drug Abuse Prevention Control Act in the 1970.”



Obviously Tricky Dicky ended up with more than his so-called ‘war on drugs’ to worry about, but he did manage to even more deeply entrench already conservative views in the US population regarding marijuana use. A trite approach that various other Presidents continued to espouse including Ronald Regan, who even managed to famously get wife Nancy to perform a truly cringe-worthy anti-drugs cameo on the hit TV show Diff’rent Strokes with her “Just Say No” message. The kids of Grange Hill did it far better, even if it didn’t do poor Zammo any good…

Anyway… the legislation Nixon helped drive through in the early ‘70s equating cannabis with the likes of heroin would, and still does to this day, ensure an astonishing number of entirely unnecessary marijuana-related convictions and particularly against the Black American community, something Box also highlights.



But, of course, it didn’t begin with Nixon. So how did it come about that a drug which had been used for recreational and medicinal purposes for centuries be suddenly demonised as one of the primary ills of American society? To examine the complex history of this most controversial substance, Box Brown starts by going even further back, just as he did with the origins of gaming in his award-winning look at the story of the ground-breaking video game TETRIS.

Here, Box begins with Indian mythology and recounts the creation myth of how Shiva received the cannabis plant as a divine blessing during a ceremony known as the Churning and promptly ate the leaves and flowers before planting the seeds. Presumably he didn’t have time to bake a hash brownie.




We then skip forward to late 19th century India where the British colonial rulers were busy debating the wisdom of allowing their Indian ‘citizens’ the right to continue using a plant they had been consuming for hundreds, if not thousands of years. And so, the use of disinformation began as an attempt to support prohibiting something regarded as a religious sacrament by the local populace…

Meanwhile across the Atlantic in the New World in 1518 and Conquistador Hernan Cortes arrives in Mexico, bringing with him Spanish hemp seeds, along with disease and destruction. Interestingly, given the current right-wing media obsession with blaming immigrants for everything, by the time that cannabis eventually made its way up to the US and began to be noticed by the authorities in the late 17th century, the press were already hard at work demonising migrant Mexican workers…



Box then settles into his modern chronology proper by showing how certain factions – indeed a very small number of exceedingly determined individuals – single-handedly made the moral decision on behalf of the entire US population that cannabis was evil and set about ‘proving it’ so that legislation could be passed to bring about their vision of a cannabis-free country, in fact cannabis-free world.

If that prospect sounds more than a little megalomaniacal let us not forget that this is the country which attempted to enact Prohibition… before eventually realising the sheer preposterous folly of that misadventure. It’s taking somewhat longer for them to get there with marijuana but at the time of typing 10 US states have legalised the recreational use of cannabis with a further 14 states having decriminalised it. Progress, it would seem. Were it not for the fact that certain minorities are still being disproportionately punished, in some cases unbelievably punitively so, for marijuana-related ‘crimes’.



As an inevitably potted history (sorry) of how we got to the ridiculous situation we find ourselves in today Box manages to highlight the key points and statistics along the timeline in an informed, incisive and extremely interesting and frequently ironic manner. It’s quite shocking to discover just how much disinformation and indeed downright lies the US authorities have told over the years to first begin and then maintain their war on a very benign and indeed now recognised to be extremely beneficial drug.

I suppose I shouldn’t be remotely surprised about politicians lying to us by now, but it is still astonishing to see the lengths these people will go to simply to further their own agenda. Fortunately we have the likes of Box to ensure their lies will be exposed in perpetuity and help exert a little bit more pressure for common sense and social justice to prevail.


Stephen adds:

Agreed, agreed and agreed on every level.

I’m no martinet and I’m certainly no angel. For a year in my early twenties I wouldn’t get out of bed before a couple of spliffs; at which point I couldn’t and – when I did – I might as well not have for all the writing I got done. Still, I enjoyed it all enormously and so many other illicit pleasures well into my late 30s.

However, conscience dictates a cautionary note about cannabis psychosis which I have seen destroy the minds and subsequently lives of two friends. This strikes me as an extraordinarily high hit rate, however many total stoners I’ve known in my life. Neither Billy nor Kes were total stoners. Both were in their late teens when cannabis psychosis struck out of the blue, so they hadn’t had time to get caned too often; my uneducated guess is that their minds simply weren’t wired to handle that specific drug well, but I am no Doctor Science.

One tried to kill his mother and girlfriend, and then gave me one particularly worrying night while I was trying to get him re-housed. Eventually we got him committed and consequently re-orientated, rebalanced, but he believed the process so complete that, once discharged, he came straight off his medicinals and back onto the mighty weed. I didn’t particularly enjoy being informed once more that the spiders were invading under the command of maniacal killer dolphins.

All I’ll add is that, fifteen years later, neither of these stories has ended well, although some other stories most surely must have.

Okay, that’s it, feel free to roll up and zone out. I’m off to open the first of my two daily bottles of Sauvignon Blanc and light up yet another of those ciggies, all of which have a far greater chance of killing me than cannabis ever could.


Buy Cannabis: An American History and read the Page 45 review here

Peterloo: Witnesses To A Massacre (£11-99, New Internationalist) by Eva Schlunke, Robert Poole & Polyp…

“The commander of Manchester and Salford Yeomanry, Major Thomas Trafford, ordered his men to send their sabres for sharpening – the first time this had been done in the two years since the unit was formed.”

Almost as though the powers that be had already decided what was going to happen…

I must confess I was unaware of the Peterloo massacre until relatively recently when I heard about the recent Mike Leigh film in the media. It seems as though, perhaps, it is one of those… unfortunate… incidents in British social history that the authorities would just prefer everyone to forget about. Don’t want the hoi polloi getting ideas and all that. It certainly wasn’t on my school history curriculum. It is however, therefore, precisely the kind of event that should never be forgotten.



As we reach the 200th anniversary of the massacre, the fundamental principles that those brave enough to march were fighting for – equality, dignity and simply some small measure of respect for their very existence from those who were exploiting them – are still under threat from those who sit merrily atop the fiscal pile.

In the week I read about the Chinese tech billionaire Jack Ma’s desire for a ‘996’ working week to be the norm in China, that’s 9am to 9pm six days a week – presumably because he wants to extract even more money at the expense of his basically indentured labour force – it is foolish to presume the victory for personal liberty and equality has been achieved. Zero hero contracts anyone…?

Give the rich a chance to oppress those with less than them to keep them in their place and they will always do so. With disaster capitalists like Rees-Mogg lurking in the wings to take advantage of the chaos that Brexit would cause, it is the responsibility of us all to fight against the tyrants, whatever form they may take, not just for our rights, but also for those of others less fortunate.



Peterloo is the story of when one such movement of the people became too powerful for the authorities to ignore. Purporting to the tell the true story of events from direct testimony drawn from “letters, memoirs, journalists’ accounts, spies’ reports and courtroom evidence” assembled by historian Professor Robert Poole and edited into script form by Eva Schlunke, works like this are vital in reminding us of the sacrifices people have made to earn us the relative degree of civil freedom that we do have.



Illustrated by the intriguingly named Polyp, presumably no relation to ASTERIOS POLYP, the clear art style with a colourful yet sensitively subdued in tone palette lends itself perfectly to this informative, narration-based approach. You feel like you are observing a fascinating documentary where this heinous tragedy is unfolding before your very eyes, almost as though you were there yourself, observing events directly. You’ll no doubt feel as indignant with rage as I did when the massacre commences, and just as impotent as the poor, terrified unfortunates caught up in it.



As with the excellent fictional A NEW JERUSALEM by Benjamin Dickson which captured the difficulties of soldiers returning home to civilian life after enduring the traumas of World War II, we are fortunate that there are publishers such as New Internationalist and Myriad willing to undertake these vital projects that help to shine a light on the darker elements of our British cultural history.


Buy Peterloo: Witnesses To A Massacre (£11-99, New Internationalist) and read the Page 45 review here

I Was Their American Dream: A Graphic Memoir (£12-99, Potter) by Malaka Gharib…

“Even amongst minorities, I was a minority.
“Everyone in high school hung out with people based on clubs, sports, ethnicity.
“Who’d be my friend?”

Making friends at school is a turbulent voyage of discovery at the best of times, but when you’re grappling with trying to understand the personal puzzle of being half-Filipino, half-Egyptian plus half-Catholic, half-Muslim all the whilst longing fervently to be all-American and indeed white, well it’s bound to make it all that little bit trickier!

Billed by the publisher as being one part Mari AM I THERE YET? THE LOOP-DE-LOOP, ZIGZAGGING JOURNEY TO ADULTHOOD, one part Marjane PERSEPOLIS Satrapi, I personally found this very similar in tone, illustrative style and humour to the hilariously excellent THE IMPOSTER’S DAUGHTER by Laurie Sandell.




I found the way the adult Malaka dissects her teenage insecurities very artfully and amusingly done, with real understanding of the models of thinking she was working through, well, conditioning herself with and also being conditioned by others, at the time. As a study of identity, this works on multiple levels: first simply that of the individual, of being a child of two very differing heritages, but also as the child of immigrants and then as a first-generation American.




Indeed, when her parents split up and her father returns to Egypt – the irony being that he was desperate to come to America all his life whereas her mother was distraught to be sent there as her family had a wonderful, privileged upper class life in the Philippines – we also see Malaka struggle to fit in to Egyptian society and step-family life during her school holiday visits.





She’s incredibly honest about her frequent faux pas when attempting to ingratiate herself with others and integrate socially, but it is always done with humour. You never get the sense that she’s looking back feeling sorry for herself. That may well be because she seems to have got herself completely sorted out now, including getting married to a delightful chap called Darren, but even there her in-depth analysis of her choice of life partner is conducted with agonising, if very amusing scrutiny. Equally, and importantly, it doesn’t feel self-deprecating either. You never feel like she is doing herself down just to get the laughs. It is just acutely well observed.



What this work proves perfectly is that you don’t have to have done the most extraordinary things or been to the most fascinating places to product an absolutely absorbing memoir. Having read this I feel like I got to know the teenage Malaka and her very diverse family members as well as if I was one of them myself.


Buy I Was Their American Dream: A Graphic Memoir and read the Page 45 review here

American Gods vol 2 h/c (£20-00, Dark Horse) by Neil Gaiman & P. Craig Russell, Scott Hampton with Mark Buckingham.

In which we are invited to think of the physical world as a theatre.

Would you like to look backstage?

“I’ve never been overly concerned with morality.
“Not as long as I get what I want.”

What Wednesday wants is to reassert the power of the old gods – so many forgotten that their powers are dwindling – over the new gods of technology which we worship instead.

To do so he has enlisted the help of widower and ex-convict Shadow, and to that end Wednesday was almost certainly responsible for making Shadow a widower, positioning him exactly where Wednesday wanted him.

Everything appears to have been arranged.

Everyone appears to have been arranged, especially Shadow.



Tellingly, this begins with a tale of two grafts, which Wednesday was wont to execute with another. His is the long game, but he’s been patient for long enough.

For an in-depth review of AMERICAN GODS please see volume one which we made Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month. This is merely here to alert you to the presence of this second of three instalments which once more sees Shadow with no real control either over his environment or indeed fate, hence the gloriously hyper-real art within which he doesn’t sit quite right at all. It’s all so supremely well judged.



There are sleights of hand aplenty, and non-sequiturs deployed as distractions.

It’s a road trip back and forth across America, throughout time and indeed its mythologies.



You’ll meet self-appointed authorities with names like Mister Town and Mister Road, Mister Wood and Mister Stone, and ultimately Mister World. Like all authorities, they’re only ideas. You can reject them if you’ve the willpower. Miz Black Crow does. I think you’ll like Miz Black Crow. She’s a cathartic antidote, and bloody hilarious in the process.

Meanwhile, both sides are manoeuvring for position, and it’s going to get messy.

“We’re writing the future in letters of fire.”

That future is fast approaching.



“Well, Shadow, do you believe yet?”
“I don’t know.”

Was all that suitably ominous for you?


Buy American Gods vol 2 h/c and read the Page 45 review here

Posy Simmonds: The Illustrators Series h/c (£18-95, Thames & Hudson) by Paul Gravett.

“It’s terrifying riding something that is still hatching and by the end, I was only two weeks ahead. That meant making decisions very quickly and very rashly.

 – Posy Simmonds MBE, on the weekly schedule of producing 110 consecutive TAMARA DREWE pages for The Guardian.

There are so very many pleasures to behold in this heavily illustrated retrospective, including rarities I’d not stumbled across, as well as some startling behind-the-scenes secrets.

I’d no idea how substantially rewritten, redrawn and recoloured TAMARA DREWE had been between its episodical outings and the Jonathan Cape collected edition, let alone that she’d dropped in extended scenes and at least a dozen completely new pages. Here you’ll be treated to a startling ‘before’ and ‘after’ comparison of Tamara’s head-turning entrance among the writing retreat clique, including the removal of her green wellies which not only enhances her sensuality by showing a bit of ankle and walking barefoot on the grass, but also gives one of the cast the opportunity to be rebuffed when offering to carry the shoeless gossip columnist over the gravel. I don’t imagine the easily puffed-out Glen could have managed it anyway.

You’ll also be reminded of just how consistently and scathingly satirical Posy’s been in her fiercely feminist, left-wing, fifty-year career producing single-panel cartoons, illustrated prose and comics like CASSANDRA DARKE, TAMARA DREWE, GEMMA BOVERY, MRS WEBER’S OMNIBUS and A LITERARY LIFE (REVISITED). On the subject of how the plight of British women has progressed during this time, for example, she pithily asserts, “Things are much better, then same and worse”.



With Punch Magazine as of one her earliest influences, this satire is hardly surprising, and Paul Gravett is on hand to identify precisely which artists she most absorbed which makes so much sense once he’s said it. Paul Gravett, who appears as The Man At The Crossroads in Eddie Campbell’s autobiographical ALEC, is comics’ most knowledgeable historian bar none, as well as one of the medium’s most eloquent ambassadors, and his prose here is an evocative joy to read. For example, I can’t believe I’ve promoted the subtleties of Shaun Tan’s THE ARRIVAL for so many years without once employing the word “grisaille”.

Paul provides us with Posy’s ‘A Christmas Carol’ from 1987 which deftly combines the chief conceit of Charles Dickens’ prose novel – that of the ghostly walk-on wake-up calls – with the rhythm and rhyme of ‘While Shepherds Watched Their Flocks By Night’ to deliciously damn the exchange-rate speculators of greed-centric Thatcherite Britain. I don’t have that one for you, sorry, so you’ll just have to buy the book.


Posy Simmonds’ studio space


Nor can I show you her 1972 cartoon which was well ahead of the relatively recent TV commercial lampooning the way some of us suck our stomachs in to impress before letting them out once the object of our desire has passed by!

I do have the institution of marriage being given a right old rodgering, though, especially women’s subservience within it and the promotion of their self-obsessed spouses’ dreams and aspirations over – and at the expense of – their own.



You’ll be given unprecedented access to previously unpublished pages, like the detour she decided not to take within GEMMA BOVERY, and there are a great many sketch pages and process pieces from pencils to finished, coloured art. Posy talks about her working methods and techniques, and Gravett gives you enough to go on to Google for yourselves in a Posy Simmonds Online Treasure Hunt.

Plus you’ll be reminded just how raunchy she’s been be as well. As Gravett notes:

“Don’t be fooled by her demure manner and upper-class accent; her powers of observation across the classes are laser-sharp, her mimicry of accents and types stingingly precise. No wonder Simmonds is one of the most astute chroniclers of contemporary British society.”



For more, please see all the books listed above, reviewed. Here’s the publisher:

“In the course of a career spanning more than fifty years, Posy Simmonds has become one of Britain’s best-known satirical cartoonists. She is also as a much-loved author and artist of widely translated children’s books and graphic novels. These include Fred, animated in 1996 into the Oscar-nominated short film Famous Fred, and Gemma Bovery and Tamara Drewe, both adapted into films, increasing her international fame.

Simmonds once described her job on a census form as `a visual engineer’. Her extraordinary precision of drawing, her powers of observation and her sharp but well tempered wit have made her one the Britain’s most sophisticated innovators, renowned especially for expanding the scope and subtlety of comics. This is the first book to explore Simmonds’s life and work from her early childhood to the present day.

In a series of interviews with Paul Gravett she offered insights into her creative process and provided unprecedented access to her ‘workroom’ and archives containing sketchbooks and rare or never-before-seen artworks. A portrait emerges of Posy Simmonds as a chronicler and critic of contemporary British society and a storyteller in words and pictures of rare perception and humanity.”


Buy Posy Simmonds: The Illustrators Series h/c and read the Page 45 review here

Copra Rounds One, Two, Three, Four and Five (volumes 1 to 4 £17-99, vol 5 £19-99, Image) by Michel Fiffe…

“And I’m about to lose my shit, thanks for asking.
“The problem with being a control freak is that you’re always looking for situations you can control, obviously.
“Maybe you find yourself attracted to chaos, as having something to fix or clean up gives you purpose, gives you meaning.
“There’s no end in either situation, though. No peace. Not that I’m trying to change.
“I will admit this: my therapist said “Control Freak” had negative connotations.
“He said that I should think of it as an “Omnipotent Mother Complex” instead.
“I fired him.”

I have to say, Control Freak is a much better superhero name than Omnipotent Mother Complex, even if that does sounds quite Kirby-esque, DC era. Michel Fiffe freely admits his Jack Kirby influences, and indeed also to Frank Miller, which is particularly evident in certain aspects of his illustrative style, but make no mistake this is most definitely its own rampaging, beautifully bombastic beast.



COPRA is absolutely a superhero book, again, something that Fiffe readily states, but it is a superhero book in the same sense that Brandon Graham and chums’ PROPHET is a superhero book. In other words, it is uniquely different whilst still honouring many of its prodigious forbearers and thus far, far elevating itself above the boringly complacent standard capes and tights fare.



As loquaciously written (with some absolutely cracking and utterly hilarious dialogue) as it is loosely illustrated, I can see why this title found an ardent army of fans who are as loyal to Fiffe as, say, fans of Paul Pope like myself are. The end result just feels like a top-notch creator effortlessly dashing it off, but you can see just how much thought and effort has gone into the construction of this yarn. Yes, you’ll spot crackpot reworkings of certain classic Big Two characters, but that is most certainly entirely satirical in intent and entertainingly exemplary in execution.



I’m not even going to attempt to summarise the plot (mad), side-plots (madder) or tell you about the bizarre cast of characters (utterly crackpot). Suffice to say, people who prefer their capes and tights all neat and corporate shouldn’t even bother to look at this. People who prefer their comics as deliciously dangerous as they are delightful daft will love it.



Buy Copra Round One and read the Page 45 review here

Buy Copra Round Two and read the Page 45 review here

Buy Copra Round Three and read the Page 45 review here

Buy Copra Round Four and read the Page 45 review here

Buy Copra Round Five and read the Page 45 review here

Arrived, Online & Ready To Buy!

In time for the Audrey Niffenegger & Eddie Campbell signing at Page 45 on Thursday May 23rd 2019 from 5-30pm to 7pm:



The Time Traveler’s Wife (£8-99, Vintage) by Audrey Niffenegger

The Adventuress h/c (£16-99, Jonathan Cape) by Audrey Niffenegger

The Night Mobile h/c (£16-99, Jonathan Cape) by Audrey Niffenegger

Her Fearful Symmetry (£8-99, Vintage) by Audrey Niffenegger

Ghostly (£9-99, Vintage) by Audrey Niffenegger

The Goat Getters h/c (£44-99, IDW) by Eddie Campbell



New reviews to follow, but if they’re new formats of previous books, reviews may already be up; others will retain their Diamond previews information we receive displayed as ‘Publisher Blurb’.

Basquiat (£14-99, SelfMadeHero) by Julian Voloj & Soren Mosdal

Blackbird vol 1 s/c (£14-99, Image) by Sam Humphries & Jen Bartel

Motel Universe h/c (£19-99, Secret Acres) by Joakim Drescher

Newbury & Hobbes vol 1: Undying s/c (£13-99, Titan) by George Mann & Dan Boultwood

Pearl vol 1 s/c (£14-99, DC) by Brian Michael Bendis & Michael Gaydos

Six Days: The Incredible True Story Of D-Day’s Lost Chapter h/c (£22-99, DC) by Robert Venditti, Kevin Maurer & Andrea Mutti

Star Wars: Age Of Republic – Villains s/c (£15-99, Marvel) by Jody Houser & various

Spider-Gwen: Ghost-Spider vol 1: Spider-Geddon s/c (£14-50, Marvel) by Seanan McGuire & Rosi Kampe

Justice League vol 2: Graveyard Of Gods s/c (Rebirth) (£17-99, DC) by Scott Snyder, James Tynion IV & Mikel Janin

Inside Mari vol 3 (£11-99, Den Pa) by Shuzo Oshimi

Dead Dead Demon’s Dededede Destruction vol 5 (£9-99, Viz) by Inio Asano

My Hero Academia: Vigilantes vol 4 (£6-99, Viz) by Kohei Horikoshi

My Hero Academica vol 18 (£6-99, Viz) by Kohei Horikoshi

My Hero Academica: School Briefs (Light Novel) vol 1 (£6-99, Viz) by Anri Yoshi

Platinum End vol 8 (£6-99, Viz) by Tsugumi Ohba & Takeshi Obata

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