James Patterson says to aspiring writers, “Be careful of, ‘Oh. I’ve got it figured out. I don’t need to read anymore.’ That’s death.” This is true writers should be readers, especially of the material they write. So, in keeping with that, I have written a review of the second book in an X-Men trilogy.
Last year, I finished Batman’s No Man’s Land and I’m just now getting around to pounding out this review which wasn’t hard seeing I kept notes as I read. So here’s my take on it.
I’m been threatening to write a post about my superhero novel collection for a while now. It’s time I fulfilled my oath today and recount how I came to begin my journey in superhero prose novel collecting.
I had to write something. I mean, it’s probably going to be the biggest movie event of the summer, yet alone the year. Avengers: Endgame. It’s upon us and I’m ready… I think.
I’ve mentioned before that I happen to be a superhero prose novel aficionado. At the moment, I’m reading a Daredevil novel called The Cutting Edge by Madeline E. Robins and I’m enjoying it right from the get. I’m only 24 pages in but I have a feeling about this one.
This is not the same feeling I got when I started Nick Fury, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.: Empyre. I should have taken that as a sign.