The She-Hulk Diaries

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JANUARY 1
CURRENT STATUS: No job, no boyfriend, no permanent place to live, no car, and most of my clothes are held together with staples and duct tape. Bank account almost wiped out. Many of my former associates have expressed a desire that I never darken their doorways again for legal and financial reasons.

She-Hulk got us got us kicked out of the Avengers Mansion. People keep posting videos online of her New Year's Eve shenanigans: twirling ...

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Overview

JANUARY 1
CURRENT STATUS: No job, no boyfriend, no permanent place to live, no car, and most of my clothes are held together with staples and duct tape. Bank account almost wiped out. Many of my former associates have expressed a desire that I never darken their doorways again for legal and financial reasons.

She-Hulk got us got us kicked out of the Avengers Mansion. People keep posting videos online of her New Year's Eve shenanigans: twirling flaming telephone poles in Times Square, climbing the Empire State Building while dangling Anderson Cooper, dancing wildly at parties, and commandeering a motorcycle cop's ride to do wheelies across the Brooklyn Bridge.

Saying there are two sides to Jennifer Walters's personality is an understatement. When she hasn't morphed into a 650-pound, crime-fighting, hard-partying superhero, she's a single lawyer trying to get her act together. Hilarious and action-packed, The She-Hulk Diaries tells her story, as she juggles looking for Mr. Right and climbing the corporate ladder by day with battling villains and saving the world by night. Maybe she'll finally take on a case that will define her career. Maybe she won't meet one Mr. Right, but two, and she'll have to choose. Maybe bad guys will stop trying to destroy the planet so she can read her Perez Hilton in peace.

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Publishers Weekly
Jennifer Walters is a lawyer and the giant green Marvel superhero known as She-Hulk, now transferred from comics to prose in this super-chick-lit novel. Jen finds herself between jobs and between apartments at New Years, not to mention between relationships. She also has a PR problem due to She-Hulk's hard-partying habits. Jen signs on with the law firm QUIRC, resolving actively start looking for love and to have fun in ways that won't get her fired. Of course, because this is a She-Hulk book, this ends up involving clones, supervillains and LARPing. Acosta's research shows as she captures the personality and humor of her main character and the Marvel universe for veteran readers and the uninitiated alike. The book's only problems are romance novel and chick-lit tropes that don't fit She-Hulk nearly as well, such as her self-deprecating envy of other women's beauty. Also, despite dating many of Marvel's superheroes, Jen has been secretly pining for the book's newly introduced love interest since college, because apparently True Love doesn't happen after thirty. Still, with trademark She-Hulk moments of comedy such as a sinisterly addicting smoothie chain and a particularly random appearance of Doctor Doom, this is a fun and lighthearted read. (June)
Library Journal
In the first of two new stand-alone novels produced in a partnership between Hyperion and Marvel Comics that aims to release novels about Marvel’s biggest female superheroes, Acosta has written a Bridget Jones’ Diary?like version of the life of Jennifer Walters, aka She-Hulk. Her diary chronicles her quest to find balance as a human attorney, battling villains at night and creating time for a love life. Unpopular with the other superhumans at the Avengers mansion because she has a predilection for partying a little too hard and destroying property, She-Hulk, or Shulky, is only called out to help the police with minor infractions. When her human alter ego joins a new law firm, she runs into her first love, rock star Ellis Tesla. Unfortunately for Jennifer, Ellis is now engaged to the most ambitious young lawyer in the firm. But the somewhat bumbling Jessica is balanced by the bodacious Shulky. Between the two of them, they will save the world once more!

Before Rogue became one of the X-Men team of mutant superheros, she was Anna Marie, a young Mississippi girl grappling with her strange power. Her touch can be deadly; a kiss put her first boyfriend into a coma. Now she’s on the run from her past and meets a mysterious stranger, James, who also has unique abilities. Together, they flee the police as well as James’s dangerous family, heading across the United States, learning about each other’s secrets, and falling in love. The action comes to a head when Rogue has to make some hard choices.

Verdict Acosta (“Casa Dracula” series) offers a fresh and lively take on a comic book heroine in The She-Hulk Diaries. Jennifer /Shulky is lovable and funny. With a sizable dash of adventure and romance to spice things up, this is a good choice for the comic-book nerd as well as the light romance reader. Woodward’s Rogue Touch feels more serious than The She-Hulk Diaries but is equally entertaining. Fans of the X-Men and any reader who enjoys a strong female lead will want this volume. It will have some cross-over appeal for older teen readers as well.—Kristen Stewart, Pearland Lib., TX
(c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Kirkus Reviews
Unassuming yet powerhouse attorney Jennifer Walters and her secret alter ego, the publicity-loving She-Hulk, must learn to coexist and balance their physical and intellectual skills while fighting crime and injustice in the courtroom and on the streets, and possibly reclaiming the love of Jennifer's life. On the first day of the year, Jennifer prepares a list of Valentine's Day Resolutions (New Year's Resolutions being too cliché and statistically difficult) in order to conquer the fact that she has no job, no home and is persona non grata within her Avengers community, thanks to raucous She-Hulk. As a world-class attorney, she finds a job pretty quickly, taking on an inventor who's allegedly created a faulty product that is killing people. Unfortunately, the senior partner of her new firm is the father of Ellis, the man Jennifer hooked up with years ago and has never forgotten; and the man accused of unleashing the faulty product is Ellis' best friend. If that isn't enough, Jennifer is supposed to submit to counseling when it's She-Hulk who has the problem, and who has time for that when she's litigating a high-profile case with her brand new job? Oh, and one of the attorneys she's supposed to be working with is Ellis' cold witch of a fiancee. Publisher Hyperion is staking a claim on a comic book–romance crossover market with popular Marvel characters, and She-Hulk (along with X-Men's Rogue) is their first attempt to capture a comic-book sensibility in fiction form with a major romantic arc. Acosta has created an interesting and intriguing character study of the seemingly mismatched Jennifer and She-Hulk and has introduced a powerful past-love romantic storyline that somehow makes sense for both sides of the personality equation. It's not clear how close to traditional canon the characters are and, therefore, how the purists of the comic-book universe will feel, but despite a few annoyances in the storyline (e.g. why would you not make a second call to the man you're madly in love with?), it's an engaging success. A fun, escapist romantic romp with superheroes—who can resist?
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781401311018
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 6/18/2013
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 399,827
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 1.00 (d)

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The She-Hulk Diaries


By Marta Acosta

Hyperion

Copyright © 2013 Marta Acosta
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4013-1101-8


CHAPTER 1

OPENING STATEMENT

JANUARY 1


The problem with New Year's Resolutions is that you're expected to make tectonic lifestyle changes immediately after the holidays, when your brain is as lumpy and dried out as a slice of fruitcake that someone shoved under the sofa. When I advise a client who is in a state of physical/mental/emotional exhaustion, I always say, "Take time to decide your priorities. Write down your goals so that you can stay on target and identify problems."

That's why I'm starting this year by keeping a record of my own activities. I'll make a special effort to accurately transcribe conversations so they won't get jumbled in my head when I replay them over and over. I wish life was like being in court: because I can drill someone under oath and have the stenographer keep a record.

Ruth gave me this journal when I stopped by the Avengers Mansion to sign several hundred Christmas cards with "oxox, She-Hulk, aka Shulky" in her childish loopy script. Ruth reminds me of a summer camp counselor, but in a good way, with her khaki pleated pants and pastel polo shirts. I love her carrot-top curls and bright blue eyes that are always open in OMG! amazement.

"She-Hulk was supposed to do this herself," I said. "These are for her VIP pals, not mine."

"Here's something for you, Jen!" Ruth handed me this journal with the cute stripey kitten hanging from a branch on the cover.

I assumed she'd grabbed it from the LAST MINUTE GIFTS! display, but Ruth said, "I know things haven't been easy for you lately, what with all the conflict with the others ..."

"I don't take it personally," I said. "She-Hulk's not as responsible as they are, so it's natural that they'd get tired of her antics."

Ruth reached over and patted my hand. "She's so OMG! rambunctious and exciting. I don't worry about her, and I was a little worried about you, but I'm sure this year will be totally awesome if you keep hanging in there!"

I thanked her and was already intending to re-gift this journal, when Ruth added, "You know the reason I like cats so much? Besides their amazing fluffiness! It's because they have an internal gyroscope—no matter how far they fall, they figure out a way to land on their feet, just like you!"

I informed Ruth that I didn't even have a job, and she was good enough to point out that I'd lost several positions in the past, always managing to go on to better ones. She's right. I'm not going to let the dark winter weather get me down. I'm going to be like that fluffy kitten and be brave enough to take an honest a ruthless assessment of my life so that I can improve it:

CURRENT STATUS: No job, no boyfriend, no permanent place to live, no car, and most of my clothes are held together with staples and duct tape. Bank account almost wiped out. Many of my former associates have expressed a desire that I never darken their doorways again for legal and financial reasons.

She-Hulk got us got us kicked out of the Avengers Mansion. People keep posting videos online of her New Year's Eve shenanigans: twirling flaming telephone poles in Times Square, climbing the Empire State Building while dangling Anderson Cooper, dancing wildly at parties, and commandeering a motorcycle cop's ride to do wheelies across the Brooklyn Bridge.

POSITIVES: Excellent health. Don't smoke, floss daily, exercise and train regularly. Allowed to store weapons collection at the Mansion. Allowed access to Mansion's fleet of vehicles. I have the use of fantastic corporate loft with a private elevator that goes directly from my foyer to a secret subbasement entrance.

I think the private elevator is worth bonus positive points—since I'm the one who has to sneak back home in shredded clothes and clean up the trail of wreckage that Shulky leaves in her wake.

That is why I've made a decision that's as huge as She-Hulk's ginormous inflated ego. I'm not relying on her anymore to live my life. Okay, I've made this New Year's Resolution once occasionally frequently before. I am a bright and accomplished woman—so why do I always slip up and revert to being a six- foot-seven, jade-green party girl/superhero? Even the other superheroes don't want to deal with her anymore, not that she cares.

If that happened to me, I would totally care. My reputation means everything to me.

After considerable deliberation, I've decided that my problem is that I try to adhere to life-altering resolutions too soon. Marathoners train for months and carbo load before the actual race. Medical students practice on cadavers before operating on a patient. Attorneys draft outlines before drawing up a suit. So doesn't it make absolutely perfect sense to allow myself a warm-up period before challenging myself with extremely difficult goals? Yes!

Instead of New Year's Resolutions, I am setting Valentine's Day Resolutions. Now I have an entire month and a half to prepare for them.

I have narrowed down my list to these important goals.


VALENTINE'S DAY RESOLUTIONS

I, Jennifer Susan Walters, being of sound mind and body bodies whatever do promise to try to achieve the following life-improving objectives beginning February 14:

1. Stop hanging around the loft playing online games (take sabbatical from Skyrim, BF3, Massive Threat, etc.) and get a new job as myself: apply to my five top dream legal firms. Update CV. Replenish business wardrobe with clothes that can survive hulking out.

2. Meet an actual human man and establish an actual relationship. He should: (a) be employed, (b) have a sense of humor, (c) like me no matter how I look that day, (d) not be attempting to rule the galaxy, and (e) be considerate (e.g., remember to put the toilet seat down). Cancel account with Smingles.com because they match me with smorons. Stop Severely restrict Moderate cyberstalking and crank calling exes.

3. Have a real date on Valentine's Day: flowers, lingerie, the whole deal. Going out for burgers with my cousin again DOES NOT COUNT.

4. Seek balance in work environment and social life. Have fun and learn how to speak up for myself without doing anything that will get me fired. Participate in more activities and get more culture: buy membership to Met, go to opera, ballet, and theater. Join a book club?

5. Stretch outside my comfort zone. Don't automatically reject opportunities to do something new and different especially if there's a chance to meet friends/boyfriend.

I'm totally psyched to take control of my life and I'm determined that my new year will be the best one yet!


JANUARY 2

Bought tickets to see Wicked again, so I'm off to a great start culturewise! If people can get over initial ookiness to green skin, they'd realize that most green people sentient beings have wonderful qualities. Case in point: Kermit the Frog.


JANUARY 3

Took my last remaining good suit to the dry cleaner. They said they can fix the ripped seams. Then I went to the bookstore, where bleary holiday survivors hovered around the self-help section, all of us hoping to go from good to great.

I skimmed through several books and there seemed to be a surfeit of banal encouragements and/or magical thinking. I thought everyone knew by now that magical thinking only works if you actually possess magical powers. Even Dr. Doom prefers to use gadgetry to achieve his nefarious ends because Murphy's Law always applies where magic is concerned. That's why I advise my clients, "Although casting an enchantment or invocation seems like a shortcut, I strongly recommend that you avoid magic because it has deeply regrettable blowback consequences."

Then I had brainstorm #2.

Doesn't it make sense for me to follow my own expert advice instead of taking advice from a stranger who probably made up his credentials? Yes! I was excitedly thinking about the brilliant guidance I could give myself when I received a high-priority message.

Text from Dahlia: Meet me @ Laundromat STAT!! Bring Korean tacos & raspberry Joocey Jooce!

I bought kitten-hanging-from-a-branch supplies (calendar, notebooks, pencil case, pencils) and slogged out into the frigid sludgy day. I followed Dahlia's link to a nearby food truck, got two plates of food, and extra Sriracha, kimchee, and lime wedges.

Even though I walked by three Joocey Jooces on my way to Delancey Street, they all had lines out the door. I'll never understand New Yorkers: people were shivering on the sidewalk to buy cold fruit smoothies.

The blast of heat from the Laundromat thawed me out. Dahlia was ignoring the "Do not sit on folding table!" sign and wearing a black miniskirt, spiderweb stockings, platform boots, and a gray security guard jacket. Her short spiky hair was electric blue today and so were her contacts, making her look like an anime character.

As I approached her, I heard a nasty yipping from the Juicy Couture bag on the floor.

"Hey, Dahl, what's the emergency?"

"I'm critically hungry. Where's my drink?"

"I wasn't going to wait in line at Joocey Jooce. Or like they say here, on line. That doesn't even make sense." Naturally, the tacos were cold, but still tasty. After I'd eaten one, I said, "Okay, why are we here?"

"Rodney did a revenge piss on the comforter after I took him to the groomer, and the big machine at the salon is broken. Rodney doesn't even look that bad. See for yourself."

The small dog growled at the sound of his name.

"I'm not sticking my hand in that bag. He bit me the last time."

She scrunched her face. Girls as petite and pretty as Dahlia can scrunch their faces and still look cute. If I scrunch my face, I look like I'm suffering from irritable bowel syndrome. "Don't be such a sissy, Jen. He's got itty-bitty little teeth. They don't hurt that much."

"I am not a sissy. Azzan says I'm his most fearless student. But it's not as if I can body slam that glorified rat when he attacks."

"Is Azzan your sex therapist? Do you body slam him?" She slapped her palms together and pulled them away while making a horrid sucking sound.

"Hardy-har-har. I body slam him because he's my Krav Maga coach. You're sick."

"I'm normal, and you are a perplexing blend of kick-ass chick and honor-roll nerd. How was your Christmas?"

"Beyond dismal. My dad's condo is so motel-generic and grim that I kept looking around for chalk outlines of bodies. It was smoggy, and my cousin and I sat by the pool and drank lukewarm eggnog from a carton."

"How is Bruce? The last time I saw him, he looked seething in a very intriguing way, like he was about to erupt, but maybe trying to teach science to teenagers has that effect."

"He's always had anger issues," I said, so she wouldn't get any ideas about him. "It's hard to tell with Bruce, because he's not exactly 'peppy'—one of my mom's favorite words—but he seemed as morose as I felt."

"No wonder—Lost Angeles! Smell-A! Hell-A," Dahlia sneered. "My years there were a nightmare of enduring bleached blond hair-tossing and 'Hi, I'm Wendy!' Grown men wear shorts all year round. Ugh."

"You're a terrible snob for a girl from El Paso. You met me at UCLA."

"Being your roomie and clubbing in West Hollywood were the only things that kept me sane. Even then I had to self-medicate."

"Yes, I remember when I had my wisdom teeth removed and you appropriated my Percocet for your alleged psychic pain. How was your Christmas?"

"It was like Sarajevo but with endless football games, tamales, and lumpia. All the ethnic and religious factions sniped at one another. My parents got in a shouting match about the best way to peel a potato, I kid you not. Total spud wars between the moms and pops! That's what happens when you live with someone too long—you look for drama in the minute random shit."

Dahlia had left her radishes on the paper plate so I snagged them. "One, stop being so dour. Two, I like your new hair color, but the turquoise contact lenses make you look like you're trying to mesmerize people. And, three, I came up with a list of personal resolutions that will begin to take effect Valentine's Day."

"Sounds fascinating. Can you elaborate, Counselor?"

I described my plan and my goals, leaving out the She-Hulk details. Dahlia thought they were genius, but she'd also convinced me to wear lederhosen and pigtails once to a dorm Oktoberfest dinner, so she's not the most reliable judge.

She swung her pixie legs and said, "Starting on Valentine's Day seems completely arbitrary. Why not go for the gusto now, and if you slide back, you can start again."

"That never works. I think it's like the Hokey Pokey. You can put your left foot in and your left foot out, but at a certain point you realize you're going in circles and abandon the greater plan of action."

She grinned. "That incisive mind is why you get paid the big bucks—when you actually have a job. Let's move on to a more fascinating topic. Where are you going to find a boyfriend, Jen? Should I go through my client list? I have a top-secret grid that grades every interesting man on an extensive range of talents—from A for abdominals to Z for zexterity."

When I made a face, she said, "Zexterity is zen plus sex plus dexterity—it's for laid-back guys with tantric endurance, but frankly I don't like getting friction blisters on my girly parts."

"After all these years, Dahl, you still enjoy squicking me out. The people who go to your salon are all too trendy. I want someone ..."

"Dull as a tater tot? Bland and processed as instant mashed?"

"So you're committed to the tuber theme?" She nodded and I said, "I want someone as hot, crisp, and irresistible as excellent pommes frites."

"You say that, but you only go out with megalomaniacs or drips."

"Tony Stark isn't a megalomaniac or a drip," I said, even though Tony thrives on the massive attention he gets as Iron Man while most of us prefer to keep our human identities secret.

"Please, Jen. The most important thing I got from my history degree is an ability to recognize the narcissistic personality disorder that is characteristic in dictators. I will concede that he does have fantastic hair."

I agreed that his hair is fantastic, and she quizzed me about how he achieved the look, and I admitted that he woke up with fantastic hair, and she discussed natural wave, texture, and hue, before returning to the previous subject and saying, "You never date anyone interesting and creative."

We watched the comforter spinning around in the industrial dryer and I said, "I have so. Ellis Tesla."

She let out a hoot that set Rodney to barking. "You're calling the one time you had a weekend hookup a date?"

"It may have been a hookup, but we had serious, meaningful talks."

"Naked talks always seem deep. Yeah, Ellis Tesla was ten kinds of hot. Did you ever find out where he went?"

"The last known sighting of Ellis and Fringe Theory was at that concert in Oslo when they proved that they could destroy a tank by precisely targeting pumpkins from a catapult. Ellis was fond of medieval weaponry in general, and catapults in particular. I've visited—okay, snooped around—MIT alumni sites, but no one's telling his real name. I looked for anagrams of Ellis Tesla, but can't find any Leslie Lasts or Teasel Sills. For all I know, Fringe Theory might not even be on Earth anymore."

She patted my arm. "I don't know what it says about a drunken hookup—I mean meaningful relationship—when the guy won't even stay on the planet for a second drunken weekend—I mean significant liaison."

I gave her a warning look. "Dahlia, you do know that I can grab you by your peewee ankles, hold you upside down, and then shove you into that dog carrier bag and let Rodney bite you all over until your guts leak out like spaghetti sauce in a colander?"

She grinned. "He wouldn't do that because his doggy brain senses that any other pet-sitter would flush him down the toilet. How come you never talk to other people like that?"

"Because I'm shy."

"Only when it's convenient for you to avoid things you don't want to do. Add this to your list of goals—'Learn to talk to people like I talk to Dahlia'?"

"That might be fun, but I'd never get past the first round in a job interview."

"Well, I do like it when you get a paycheck and can support me in the manner to which I've become accustomed, i.e., food truck lunches." She reached over to look in the bag from the bookstore. "A cat calendar? Is becoming a cat lady one of your resolutions?"

"It's a gift for Ruth. You met her once when we toured the Avengers Mansion, remember?"

"The one who always talks like everything is OMG! AMAZING!"

I nodded. "Yes, she handles all of She-Hulk's admin work, and she's always really nice to me."

"You and your fancy-ass friends at the Mansion. When are you going to introduce me to She-Hulk?"
(Continues...)


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  • Posted June 23, 2013

    The book is written, as the title suggests, in a sort of diary f

    The book is written, as the title suggests, in a sort of diary format, from Walters' perspective. When we join her, she really is having some issues: she's lost her job, she needs to find a new apartment, her love life stinks, and she has to see a therapist as part of a settlement with the Avengers for anger issues. She treats She-Hulk more like an obnoxious roommate who is the source of most of her problems, than a part of her. Shulkie is the one who gets party invitations (and then is embarrassingly featured all over the internet. Shulkie is the one that guys fall all over. Shulkie is the one who's made her lose jobs and apartments. And her irritation with She-Hulk makes sense. The issues that she's having in her life, things she's trying to fix with a set of Valentine's Day resolutions, make total sense. It never feels weird or contrived. It's believable that Jennifer Walters has these problems, and those reactions to them. These are the things we don't seen in comics, because, well... they're not action-y enough. This is the mundane side of being a metahuman, and it's definitely readable.

    I like the twists in the plot, I like the love interest, I like the little side plots that get tied up fairly neatly. I like that she and Shulkie grow as people, and that she moves toward an integrated self. There are still unresolved issues, the book doesn't end with everything all tidily solved, but I don't know that it's necessarily because a sequel is in the offing. Even though there are places that the pacing is a little slow, I recommend SHD unreservedly. This isn't an adventure-filled romp through NYC with the Jade Goddess; it's a wry and thoughtful look at what it's like to be Jen Walters, who is sometimes She-Hulk.

    I do have one complaint, but that's not Acosta's fault: I hate the cover. Green lipstick on a purple background... yes, please, let's make sure most men wouldn't be caught dead reading it in public. Thank goodness for e-readers...

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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    Posted May 28, 2014

    Evron

    "I....." she sighed. "What an i? I am both sides. I am the hunting dog and the hare with the broken back. I am the cubs that feed abd the doe that starves. I am the swan, graceful, sillouetted by the sun, whi dies in brackish water, and is consumed by fish and worms. Evron is evron. And that is everything!"

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    Posted April 10, 2014

    Skull

    *sharpens knives*

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    The catlike figure walked in "hello."

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    Zixzan

    "Because i own thus facility and have much experience in heroics." He and puts out his hand."i am zixzan."

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    Eclair

    "Why are you asking me?"

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