Last night I was participating in one of my favorite activities at this ivory tower small liberal arts school of mine (that is, I was playing four square), when a friend picked up my copy of Scott Pilgrim's Precious Little Life. I don't think she reads comics, nor do I think she would have picked up that Bryan Lee O'Malley digest- except that she recognized the name.Jon and I talk about our hope that good movies based on comics will drive people to reading comics all the time, and so watching my friend enjoy Scott Pilgrim (unprompted, I might add) was incredibly heartening.
Because I'm pretty sure it means I don't have to hide my comics under my bed anymore.
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