Here’s a little piece of it:
I wish I could claim that my love of literature comes from some deep intellectual place. In reality, it probably comes from my love of comics and science-fiction. I blame Star Trek. Even at its most Shatneresque campiness, in every incarnation the sci-fi classic offers engaging stories.
That is why this middle-aged broad is happy to sit in a darkened theater with her 19-year-old son, riveted to the latest comic book brought to the big screen.
I’ve seen Thor three times, and will probably watch X-Men: First Class again in the next week. I don’t need an intervention. I don’t need a life.
I need some more popcorn.
I hope you follow this link to read the rest of it.