This book is about XOs, “extraordinaries.” Too bad the book isn’t. The authors’ own superpower is to takea cliched, tire-worn mediocre novel, chop it up, stick it in a blender, and then dump it on the pages.
It is almost like s/he storyboarded the book like a movie, putting each scene on mah jongg tiles, putting it in a felt bag, shaking it up, then dumping it on a table so that the scenes are all jumbled and confusing. It really made no sense to me until near the end.
A confectionary of brigadeiro, quindim, pacoca, raspadinha and pe-de-maleque liberally mixed with thriller clichés, covered with a sweet topping of repressed romance, dollops of American jingoism along with a sprinkle of evil. Enjoy!