Childhood classics all the way. I can still see myself gnaw on Jawbreakers fire balls and escape to the world of Elfquest at the library. The day I found out my dad actually owned 4 to 5 books beat Christmas. Today, they are just as good. I have to say that I feel sorry for the fact that the Pini's later decided to let money prevail and handed over their baby to less talented artists. How could they let others screw up so badly?
