A decent and emotional end to DeConnick's run but the secret wars tie in and storytelling just felt a bit all over the place. Still love Captain Marvel though! ( )

The first half of the book is a decent wrap-up of the stories from the first two volumes. This is followed by a scene from an unfamiliar story. Then the book wraps up with a maudlin moment. ( )

The action I like is back, but the story wasn't particularly thrilling. I liked the Tracy ending though...that was pretty gosh darn sweet. ( )

Captain Marvel fights some people in space (I guess?).

2/4 (Indifferent).

Just when this series was getting really good (in the previous volume), it takes a sudden nosedive into the incomprehensible. I'm pretty sure only 1 of the 4 issues here is actually part of a crossover event, but it's hard to tell. ( )

This might have been better had I been in on all those other comics that surrounded the main story. As it is, I just got a few snippets of grand battles in space, a cool turn for Carol even though she's running on personality autopilot, and the undercurrent that she'll always be a hero despite having to study her past in order to learn to give a shit about all her so-called friends.

What a fucking bummer.

I'm debating whether or not I'm going to try looking up all the issues surrounding the Builders and their beef with the Earth. I got a taste, and that's it. Did I care enough to want it? I don't know. Maybe I'll go ahead and read them at some later date, and maybe I'll stumble upon them by accident as I go through massive massive catalogues of the Marvel universe just trying to catch up.

The artwork was still wonky. Her hair shouldn't be so eighties gigantic and legs shouldn't turn into toothpicks. What the hell? Am I supposed to believe that "I" am supposed to be suffering from a post brain trauma?

Seriously.

Well, at least I got that little teaser about Ms. Marvel, which I've already read and enjoyed. Tho I do seem to recall that some of the artwork on that one was wonky as shit, too.

Word of advice to all the peeps making the decisions to fuck with these great female characters in the art... STOP IT. Just... god damn. Just stop fucking with them. Stick with a little realism instead of that post-cubist shit. I don't want huge T&A moneyshots, but I sure as hell don't want some abstractionist rendition of a meth head, either. Bring back the artist from the first volume, dickheads.
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