My love affair with sequential art started early and was the forerunner of my subsequent addiction to reading and film. From the beginning, my parents caught on my passion for comic books which led them to use it as both the carrot and the stick, when I behaved and did well in school, my reward would be comic books, tons of them, but when I diverged from the straight and narrow (which unfortunately was often) the comic book supply would run dry and if my transgressions were grievous enough, they would put my collection under lock and key until further notice. When I was 14 or 15 years old, my focus shifted to literature and for the next few years I would read comic books rarely. Every thing changed again when out of the blue, someone gave me a bunch of comics they were discarding, among which I found two issues of Sandman, once again I was hooked.
Over the years I have spent a considerable amount of money buying comic books, which I don’t regret on the least, although the current price of a floppy is quite off-putting, I wish they could be cheaper. I have no trouble crossing over from paper to digital and back, but I most say that when I love a series, I rather have it on paper (TPB). Anyway, in a nutshell, I love comic books.