Roll on August, is all I can say.
This chronic fuman is not helped by The Glass God, which is as schticky as Stray Souls. I never noticed, through four volumes of Midnight Mayor, whether it has any character development or not. Probably not, but I was too swept up in the ambience to notice. This time it's very clearly not: look at my amusing characters being their amusing selves aren't they amusing? Kevin is still germ-phobic, Rhys still sneezes a lot, Gretel still wants to cook, and Sharon still prattles new age self-help which wasn't funny to start with. Also am not comfortable with the notion of a new age prattler being a shaman of any kind. Sits badly for reasons I may have to think about some more.