The Things We Do For Our Children
I’m betting that many people younger than myself–or with kiddos around the age of my middles–have heard of Preston, the babyfaced Youtuber (he’s 29!!!) who goes by ‘PrestonPlayz’. My son is a little obsessed with his videos–maybe a lot obsessed–and would desperately love Preston merch as Christmas and birthday gifts. (My hubby and I would desperately love not to pay what Preston merch costs, which is why I am beyond grateful to my crocheting friend Britt, who reproduced Angry Cactus Jones from the internet pics I sent her with only her brain and her magic crochet hook.) He’s also been dying to read PrestonPlayz: The Mystery of the Super Spooky Secret House, because of COURSE Preston now has a graphic novel for sale. I’ve been avoiding the issue for an impressive amount of time, but since I know he’s planning on putting it on his Christmas list, I finally broke down and checked it out of the library so I could decide how I felt about that.
The verdict? Ehh. I mean, he’s probably going to enjoy it, and as it gets more exciting, I was more engaged. Ultimately, though, it’s either a tribute to Scooby Doo, Star Wars, and another classic or two–according to my husband–or a bunch of cobbled together tropes with a title that DOESN’T roll nicely off the tongue. (According, of course, to me.) Preston fans will probably be fans, but I don’t see him breaking into the non-Preston graphic novel market too deeply.
If you disagree, let me know.