100 Bullets.
First Shot, Last Call.Whoa. Take a broken character, offer her reprieve and an eye for an eye as it may seem. But dig a little deeper, just an inch below the surface, and you're not sure anymore. Vodka outside Russia tastes the same anyway, and nobody knows who's really pulling the strings. It's loud, it's pacy, it's subtle, it's oh-so-noir, it's sexy, it's compelling and it know what it's doing. What's more, the storytelling is incredible. Minimal dialogue, almost no narrative and fucking brilliant art. I can't wait to read the next one.
'Hey I know death's a part of life.'
'You don't know death. You ignore it, same as I do.'
**
Kafka on the Shore
Which I had saved for a rainy day. I guess today's as rainy as any other. :)
'Hey I know death's a part of life.'
'You don't know death. You ignore it, same as I do.'
**
Kafka on the Shore
Which I had saved for a rainy day. I guess today's as rainy as any other. :)
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