Jeff Smith works the prestige magic on the little Marvel Boy at DC. It's a back flash with a step into where Captain Marvel came from and the wizard Shazam. Smells glossy.

Pricey, as expected for the format, binding is tight as a fist with a severed nerve making it unable to open anymore. Bit of a squeeze in reading much like any other comic for simple consumption that isn't in with a collection.

Cute is the large beacon of light which signals this incarnation of the tale. After all, when it's Smith working his magic, there is little chance that it will bear out any other kind of result. And the charm and ball of goodness that it is makes well of this fact. Or perhaps that's the back of the brain talking to the tip of the tongue. Slight knock on the head when looking up will do that.

Having made no effort in prior reading on who this character with the massive bolt down his front, it's an enjoyable and easy read. Nothing is made to grapple at lingering nuances or threads from other series in the canon and with the 12 Step program by Judd Winick on the shelves, reads fine without accompaniment. Damn accessible thus far.