Ms. Marvel, Vol. 2: Generation Why

Hello!

Today i bring you my review on the second volume of “Ms. Marvel”. You can see my review on the first volume here.

Who is the Inventor, and what does he want with the all-new Ms. Marvel and all her friends? Maybe Wolverine can help! Kamala may be fan-girling out when her favorite (okay maybe Top Five) super hero shows up, but that won’t stop her from protecting her hometown. Then, Kamala crosses paths with Inhumanity for the first time – by meeting the royal dog, Lockjaw! Every girl wants a puppy, but this one may be too much of a handful, even for a super hero with embiggening powers. But why is Lockjaw really with Kamala? As Ms. Marvel discovers more about her past, the Inventor continues to threaten her future. The fan-favorite, critically acclaimed, amazing new series continues as Kamala Khan proves why she’s the best (and most adorable) new super hero there is!

In this volume, Kamala confronts the Inventor and finds out who he really his as well as his intentions. She also finds a few new things about herself, encounters new “friends” and gains a true loyal friend Lockjaw.
This volume to me was amazing! I truly loved it, i found it funnier than the previous.

Lockjaw was a great addition, it fits in the ton of Kamala story. She is after all just a 16 teenage girl. The speech at the end wasn’t the best, i didn’t hated it because i understand why it’s there. This new run on Ms. Marvel is aiming for a new generation of readers thus it needs to give them empowerment and show them good lessons just like Ms. Marvel did before or any other Marvel hero.

Summing it up, this volume did a lot better in my opinion, it’s just not focused in world building and character building but in adventures and Kamala saving her city while fight the bad guy. That is the good thing about comic books, it’s not all it needs but sometimes it is.

I give it, 4.7 stars out of 5 just because of that last speech.

5-stars

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