You can't compete with a Simon and Garfunkel LP? That's ... embarassing.

This is another story by the dream team at Marvel's "My Love". You'll see the yesterday's inferior story was no fluke - Stan Lee and the gang just can't seem to muster up any enthusiasm for the job, and the stories are abrupt and silly. Our heroine at least is more likeable than yesterday's odious Val, but she's too weepy.

My Love's stories run a skimpy 6 pages compared to the industry standard of 8 pages, with the missing pages devoted to ads for GRIT, Charles Atlas bodybuilding kits, and coupons for discounted baby racoons. Not only does this force people to fall in and out of love within the space of three panels, but there isn't a pimple cream, wig, Bobby Sherman poster or feminine odor product being advertised anywhere!  Marvel was most definitely not  in touch with its audience, and not a value in romance comics.

In this story, Kitt has to choose between her love of music and her love of the impatient Mike Martin. She chooses her music but resigns herself to a loveless, joyless life even as her music tops the charts - rock music's first (and only) nun.