I loved Transformers. I don’t care that I was a teenager and I was playing with toys. I had a job, I made my own money and on payday, I went to the local store and bought another Transformer. It was a small store and so the selection wasn’t that great. I remember being ticked off because they didn’t have my favorites but I didn’t give up. My parents bought me Starscream for my birthday and I purchased Bumblebee, the microscope dude, Prowl, and a few others.
It wasn’t until college that I realized that I wasn’t the only nerd out there that loved Trek and Transformers! I brought all my Transformers to my dorm room and had them out on display. People oohed and aahed over them….literally! There was no making fun or name calling like high school. I was allowed to be a nerd, actually encouraged. A dorm mate gave me his Optimus Prime. Yeah, it old and beaten but finally I had achieved a dream of mine…owning the Prime!
So imagine my delight when I heard that a live-action movie was being released based on my favorite childhood/teen toys! I was ecstatic. When I saw the new prequel novel in Wal-Mart I had to have it. Imagine my disappointment when I started the book to find that it was boring!
Boring and Transformers don’t go hand in hand. What the heck happened? Usually Alan Dean Foster is a decent author. I’ve enjoyed others that he’s written but this seemed forced. Of course, this doesn’t discourage me from watching the movie this upcoming summer. I’m there with bells on. Until then, I’ll read IDW’s movie prequel comics. The art is good and the story decent if confusing at times. Maybe it’s on purpose. I don’t know but I’ll let you know when I see it.