A while ago I loaned my first (well, only) volume of Saga to a pal of mine in return for three volumes of Southern Bastards. Good deal for both of us, really.
I think I always say this, but Saga is an incredible, intriguing series to me – because the quality of the narrative never decreases. The power duo of Vaughan and Staples is now on their seventh volume, and the story remains as fresh and interesting and believable and compassionate as it was in this, the first volume. I’ve read a TONNE of graphic novels in the last year, and Saga is the only series I’ve made my way through that never, ever trails off in the slightest. It’s baffling, and it’s inspiring. And it’s really heckin’ good, which is why I keep lending it out to people. (I don’t know why I went with “heckin'” instead of “fuckin'” there, but I’m going to roll with it. I should probably go to bed.)