Lapham does integrate Virginia (who called her Ginny, I can't remember) into the Seaside cast. And all of a sudden, if it weren't for the meth heads or whatever they are trying to rape a thirteen year-old girl (they're the comic relief, actually), Stray Bullets would be almost a sitcom. A quirky one, sure, but a sitcom nonetheless.
While there's still the aforementioned actual danger, Lapham's very upbeat about life in this one. Virginia bonds with Nina, Beth's friend who somehow got them all in trouble. Then there's lovable Nick. And darn if Orson and Beth aren't the cutest odd couple.
But it works too. Lapham pretty much pulls it off. He makes a good comic, even though he's got Virginia writing in her diary as the exposition and his story behind the Seaside town makes everything sillier. Against the odds, it works.
Lapham's just forcing the quirky too much.
Farewell, Fair Cow!; writer, artist, and letterer, David Lapham; editor, Deborah Purcell; publisher, El Capitán Books.