If I wanted a comic book, which I almost always did, I'd have to walk to the drug store and buy whatever slop they carried. The old stuff. It had a price tag of 20 dollars on it, outrageous for my dad to spend that on a magazine for one of his 9 kids, but I cherished it, and have it memorized. John Byrne, probably. Well, he's the guy who made me realize that I wanted to be a comic book artist.
Style has little to do with it, though.
It's more about the way Byrne went about selling his little illusion every month. He was convincing in his storytelling, and his settings were solid. They sucked you in. Being able to draw LIKE someone doesn't mean as much to me as being able to control a story. Hardly anyone does that as well as Byrne did, these days.