A Day at the Escapist

My fiance, Jordan, manages a comic book store in Berkeley, California.  The Escapist, named after the character from Michael Chabon's The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, is brimming wall-to-wall with goodness.

Seriously.

They have everything from graded single issues from the Golden and Silver Ages of comics to the new weekly shipments.  I'm enjoying a lot of the new DC weeklies (Wonder Woman is my fave, obviously - Cliff Chiang blows my mind!) but have both that Little Lulu collection and that book of Valve comics sitting on my bookshelf, waiting...

That Wonder Woman t-shirt is also sitting on my desk, in need of some re-sizing.  Did I mention how awesome Wonder Woman is?

... I digress.

It never ceases to amaze me the number of books they have.  Jordan has done a fantastic job organizing, rearranging, and all-around managing the store.  They also make it a point to give it a comfortable feel, with couches and an egg chair (which is one of the coolest things ever, so of course I neglected to get a picture).  You can sit, kick your feet up, and gorge out on a selection of comics so large, it'd take lifetimes to read everything just once.

This is their ceiling.  Whaaaat.

Jordan was the first person to convince me to read comics & graphic novels - my first was Watchmen - and also the first to hold a conversation with me about them.  He brings home new comics every Tuesday night, and never stops beaming when I squeal (literally) over the new issue of The Flash.  We try and set time aside either the following Thursday or Friday, our days off, to sit in our living room and read comics and talk about what we thought.  I look forward to that time all week!