Buffy the Last Vampire Slayer #1 Review
As a burgeoning comic book reviewer, I tend to gravitate toward books I connect with. This is no different. Before the term ‘girl boss’ was common vernacular there was Xena, and there was Buffy Summers. You know, I’ve still yet to see the last season of Buffy because then it’ll truly be over. It’s been 20 years and (as of writing this on August 1st) 73 days. I’m sure there’s a support group for people who can’t let television shows go, but that’s the topic of an intervention that can and should be scheduled. Later. Because we have a book to review.
New slayer, who dis? If you know, you know that every time a slayer dies another takes her place. Buffy Summers died so many times she basically spawned a basketball team. Now, based in an alternate universe, we have The Last Slayer. It’s… camp. It’s vampires, and monsters, ritualistic bloodshed, and its camp. Evil, wacky, wavey, inflatable arm monsters camp.
This is, without a doubt, what a fan like me wanted to see. We all watched the series with a certain amount of trepidation because we knew that there was a very good chance that our Buffy was never going to get to grow up. But here she is, with the daughter of Tara and Willow, training the next generation of Slayers. With Spike! While Beauty and the Beast might be a story as old as time, I prefer the Slayer and the Vampire. Controversial opinion, not Angel. He always looked like the embodiment of a sad puppy until he was an angry puppy, and then he got his own spin-off.
If you’re new to the series, pick up this book. If you’re a veteran of the series, pick up this book. If you’re learning English for the first time, pick up this book in your native tongue and in English so you can read along and learn. Love the art along with me, marvel at the old mixed with the new, swoon over relationship goals you never considered, and just fall in love with Thessaly Maclay-Rosenberg- The Last Slayer.
Do I know Sabrina? Sabrina…Sabrina….Oh, you mean her? Yeahh. She’s wild. Homegirl throws solo dance parties in her bedroom. She writes like nobody’s reading…because they aren’t (yet). She is an award-winning baker, and has seen every episode of every season of ALL the Star Treks, and Stargates except Stargate Universe because it wasn’t right. Perpetual teenager. 4’11 of sass and sarcasm. She’s obsessed with cats. Single if you can believe it. All around nerd, and just too weird for her own good. AND SHE’S PROUD OF IT?