The erotic charge of this astonishing exploration of the sexuality of childhood fantasies seen through adult eyes is immense but it becomes relentless by the final volume and I felt as though I was being battered by an almost didactic epistemology. Perhaps I should have read it in smaller portions. ( )

An interesting read. ( )

First, I recommend reading the reviews below. I will not repeat a lot of what is said there, most of which is excellent.

Although there is a ton of sex in this series of books, they are not about sex, in the same way that Moby Dick is not about whaling.

Moore and Gebbie essentially assault you with sex, surround you with sex, fill you with sex, and get you all worked up about sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. But that is a ploy.

I heartily recommend reading volume III in one sitting. It makes the ending that much more poignant. ( )

As if we didn't know that Alan Moore was a very strange man...

Lost Girls doesn't always make for comfortable reading, but a lot of it is very... enjoyable. The rest is thought-provoking. The art is gorgeous.

I should probably add that I haven't read any of the three works it's based on. I probably should... ( )

Five stars for the idea, the imagination, the creativity, the publishing. Four stars for the illustrations; four stars for erudition and readability. Three and a half stars for the story itself.

Truly a unique labor of love that by its art transcends the genre, providing a substantial, and at times overwhelming, argument for fantasy, pornography, and sex itself. ( )