Unbeknownst to me but knownst to probably everyone else in the comics-reading universe, comic books and IBD go together like peanut butter and chocolate fudge. The length? Perfect for a bathroom interlude: engrossing enough to occupy/distract you from the business at hand, yet short enough so you don’t develop hemorrhoids. The format? Nice and light, no knee/lap marks from a heavy spine. I can’t believe it took me so long to figure this out.
Note to everyone else: you probably don’t want to borrow any of my comic books.