
Blame 
Godzilla. If not for Godzilla, I might never have started reading comic books. Sure, I had already read some 
Star Wars comic books, and possibly one or two DC Comics treasury editions, but I didn't really get into comics until the late 1970s, and it was all Godzilla's fault.
By the late '70s, I had been exposed to a steady diet of 
Godzilla movies on Saturday-afternoon television, so I was the target audience for Marvel Comics' licensed 
Godzilla: King of the Monsters series.
Godzilla was an oddity. While Marvel's other licensed titles were set in worlds all their own, separate from the Marvel Universe, 
Godzilla was firmly grounded in the MU. Godzilla tangled with 
SHIELD, the 
Fantastic Four, the 
Champions, and the 
Avengers.
For a newcomer to Marvel's roster of superheroes (apart from Spider-Man and the Hulk, of course), 
Godzilla was a crash course. Thanks to 
Godzilla, I quickly became a fan of the Avengers, and 
Iron Man in particular. From there, things spiraled out of control.
But now you know whom to blame.