This graphic novel (aka big chunky comic) by Alan Moore and David Lloyd, despite being over a decade old, remains a perfect example of why anyone who maintains all comics are for children is, quite simply, wrong.
It’s complex in its story and ideas, the art and colouring is a million miles from simple linework cartooning, and some of it is deeply moving (the Valerie chapter, for instance).
It’s about ten or twelve quid to buy, but it’s well worth the money, being the sort of thing you can return to over and over again, and find something new.
Recommended for anyone who says they like a good story, and isn’t hidebound by limited notions of genre and/or medium limitations. Which, I would hope, is anyone reading these words.