Tom is just a regular guy, though all his friends are not. They are SUPERHEROES with SUPER POWERS! True, their powers may be somewhat odd. There's The Businessman who can calculate the net worth of passersby, The Couch Surfer, a man imbued with the ability to live off of his friends' generosity, and Tom's new bride, The Perfectionist, whose source of power is her need for order.
Alas, their love story goes pear shaped on their wedding day when a suggestion made by one of Perf's old beaus, Hypno, makes Tom invisible to his wife.
Now Tom is floundering, attempting to solve a riddle that will get his love to see him again . . . before she walks out of his life for good.
This is the perfect storm of quirky, romantic silliness, and it proved to be just the right book at just the right time. I loved, Loved, LOVED it.
And now, it's confession time.
I, too, am a superhero. I am The Rememberer. I am empowered with the ability to remember conversations (yes - only conversations, not impressive things like obscure historical facts or sports scores). I can remember what someone once told me over twenty, thirty, even forty years ago. Of course, when I bring up a tidbit that someone casually mentioned so long, long ago, the subject is so startled, they deny ever having said such a thing. Vehemently. "I never said that," they say. "Yes. Yes, you did," I say. This goes back and forth for a while, but always ends the same way.
THEY think I'm THE CRAZY ONE!
Phew! Being a superhero is exhausting. In fact, sometimes it sucks.