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Perfect for fans of Pixar's The Incredibles, Almost Super is a fresh, funny middle grade adventure about two brothers in a family of superheroes who must find a way to be heroic despite receiving powers that are total duds. Filled with humor, heart, and just the right kind of heroics, Almost Super is a winning story that will satisfy would-be heroes and regular kids alike.
Everyone over the age of twelve in the Bailey family gets a superpower. No one knows why, and no one questions it. All the Baileys know is that it's their duty to protect the world from the evil, supervillainous Johnson family. *shake fists*
But when Rafter Bailey and his brother Benny get their superpowers, they're, well . . . super-lame. Rafter can strike matches on polyester, and Benny can turn his innie belly button into an outie. Along with Rafter's algebra class nemesis, Juanita Johnson, Rafter and Benny realize that what they thought they knew about superheroes and supervillains may be all wrong. And it's up to the three of them to put asides their differences and make things right. They may not have great powers, but together, they're almost super.
sound? Why would anybody do that?” “Because you Baileys are all crazy.” Juanita turned her head and spit. There was a garbage can in the general direction she turned, but I doubted she could be that accurate. “That’s just like vandalism,” Benny said. “You might as well spray-paint the mural.” I wondered how I could get Juanita back out in the open, and then realized I could beat her at her own game. I reached up and pressed the button on the side of the bookcase. The grinding under our feet
Grandmother Johnson said. “We are the only ones who can stand up to those Baileys.” She reared her head back, threw it forward, and spit. I heard a small ting. The silver vases. They weren’t vases at all. They were spittoons. Juanita started pacing the room, her hands clasped behind her, her face scrunched, like Benny when he was working on math. “You have two villains at your school,” Grandmother Johnson continued. I squirmed at the idea of being called a villain. “You have received your
a surprise, that’s a kick in the teeth. I can’t even drive for four more years!” “In the meantime,” Dad said, “You’ll start by learning the different machines, keeping them maintained and clean, checking the oil and tire pressure, things like that.” For the past three years I’d had a mental image of what I’d look like as a superhero. I’d imagined what my supersuit would look like. I’d imagined the heroic things I’d do. And now that mental image was replaced with a new image. I could see it as
the front lawn. “Nothing like a brisk afternoon flight around the city, eh, boys?” Dad said. “It really gets the blood pumping!” We walked to the door, my shoes crunching in the frozen snow. Dad rang the doorbell, then stepped back off the porch. “I’ll be back by seven,” he said. He crouched, leaped into the air, and was gone. “I hope Grandpa’s here,” Benny said. “Or we’ll be stuck outside for three hours.” Grandpa was home. He opened the door a few moments later, his voice boisterous as he
forward in his chair. He shook a wrinkled finger at me and Benny. “Take your cousin Jack, for instance. His power has saved this family many times. The Johnsons,” Grandpa shook his fist, “have this pesky lady that can shoot lava. She’s a real problem. You’re minding your own business—maybe you have a Johnson in a headlock and you’re beating on him, right? The next thing you know, you’ve got hot lava flying around your head. I’ll be honest, I’m always afraid of getting lava down my tights.”