I wasn't gonna buy it. I really wasn't. Seventy-five bucks, I said, is a lot of money for a book I've already owned three copies of (two went missing when I made the mistake of lending the paperbacks out). But I did it. Because I'm a chump. And sweet mother of God, was it worth it. The smell (yes, the smell) of the book alone justifies the price. I don't know what sort of ink they printed with, but the whole book smells like fresh oil paints. Glorious. This means you can't spend more than 10 minutes in an unventilated room without incurring severe, possibly permanent brain damage, but it's a great smell. The whole thing's recolored. Not in the current Photoshop style (wih lots of reflections and lens flares and crap), but rather in a refined variation on the original coloring. It's subtle, but it's there, and very much better than the original. Bonus materials: Great. The character designs, early art, original proposal, writer/artist notes, and script excerpts add another 40 pages or so, bringing the total pagecount for this volume up to around 86,000, and gross weight to that of a Volkswagen. In summation: It's bigger, longer, prettier, better-smelling, and much shinier than any previous version of Watchmen. If you're a diehard fan of this story, snag one. Sell your loved ones into indentured servitude if you have to. I don't relish telling Mom why my brother won't be coming home for Thanksgiving, but it'll be worth it.