by Hergé
I remember this one really creeped me out as a kid. And it's not as exciting as the giant mushroom on the cover would have you believe.
I'm not sure whether we could really call these group of albums the 'War Albums' because while they were written during World War II (and while Herge was living in occupied Belgium) there is no mention of the war. This is not surprising because, unless he was incredibly subtle (which he is not) by w...