Reading this made me sad. Not because the story was sad but because many people love it. This book boils down to what a thirteen year old with bad parents would write if given free reign to make whatever he wanted. Its not just violence for the sake of violence or shocking language from children for shock value, its the overall lowest common denominator that is the goal here. Most upsetting is that I've read good things from Mark Millar, not a lot, but some. He can but doesn't choose to. There are a few laughs but they are few and far between. John Romita Jr., who I grew up enjoying, is doing something different but doesn't have anything good to work with here. Just deplorably bad overall.