I don't know. I want to like this book more than I actually do. Part of the problem is the ridiculous art. It's the kind of art that gives superhero books a bad name: women with oddly round and hard breasts wearing painfully unsupportive clothes, men with a hundred muscles per square inch and no necks. The storylines, particularly the last one, are lackluster. Very little in the way of introspection by any of the characters, especially when they need it. About the only thing that affected me was the barely acknowledged subplot of Ted Kord's disappearance, but that's because I know where that one's going.