“I know Rick Remender wrote this as an expression of his troubled childhood and teenage years, so I hate to shit on it.
It’s just not for me.
It’s a little inconsistent, like sometimes it seems like these kids have superpowers, like the ability to leap between buildings or fall 40 feet and be fine, and sometimes they’re regular-ass kids.
It’s sort of like a punk Harry Potter where they go to murder school instead of magic school. Which sounds pretty awesome, but it just felt disjointed to me, and like it’s not going anywhere.
Some of the dialog…it reads like it came straight out of a high schooler’s journal. And that might be a success, they’re supposed to be in high school, but it’s sort of hard to read. It’s like if someone wrote poetry that was written by a high schooler: success in this case could mean the poems sound like they were written by a very young person, and that could mean that the poems are not a joy to read.
Anyway, I’ll call it quits on this one. I guess it’s an acquired taste that my palate just won’t abide.”