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It’s been over a year since fourteen-year-old Eddie “Trash” Thalmeyer and his friends from Edgeview Alternative School found out about their special hidden talents. Trash can move things with his mind, Torchie is a fire-starter, Cheater reads minds, Lucky finds lost objects, Flinch can predict the future, and Martin can see into people’s souls. Now back home with their families, all the boys want to do is get back to their normal lives, start attending high school, and keep in ...

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It’s been over a year since fourteen-year-old Eddie “Trash” Thalmeyer and his friends from Edgeview Alternative School found out about their special hidden talents. Trash can move things with his mind, Torchie is a fire-starter, Cheater reads minds, Lucky finds lost objects, Flinch can predict the future, and Martin can see into people’s souls. Now back home with their families, all the boys want to do is get back to their normal lives, start attending high school, and keep in touch with their friends from Edgeview.

When Trash tests his power in a bank and accidentally steals a fistful of cash, he is kidnapped by the ruthless leader of a shadowy company whose purpose is to gather information about psychic phenomena—and who is willing to do anything to get it…. Torchie, Cheater, Lucky, Flinch, and Martin join forces to rescue their friend using their hidden talents, and discover their true talents in the process.

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Editorial Reviews

KLIATT - Claire Rosser
It's been some time (1999) since Hidden Talents introduced Lubar's characters—the friends Martin, Trash, Cheater, Torchie, Flinch and Lucky—all of whom have super powers that mostly have gotten them into trouble. The adventure in True Talents begins with Trash, who has the power to move objects with his mind, escaping from a laboratory where he has been held in a zombie-like state. We don't know until the story progresses who was experimenting with his mind and for what purpose. It's a sinister purpose, of course. Trash and his friends slowly gather together and use their combined talents to free Trash from this evil man who is trying to harness Trash's power. The reader gets a good idea of how privacy can be destroyed, with surveillance of phone calls, in streets with camera, over the computer—it's almost impossible to hide from authorities who have access to such tools. There are brutal encounters, enough to satisfy the most bloodthirsty middle-school male reader, and the chases, the captures, the escapes, the confrontations are nonstop. The first book was an ALA Best Book for YAs, and I'm sure this one will be chosen as well. The short chapters, the challenging concepts, the fine, suspenseful writing will keep readers on edge.
VOYA - Rebecca Moore
Eddie "Trash" Thalmeyer, the telekinetic from Hidden Talents (Tor, 1999/VOYA October 1999) is in big trouble. He is imprisoned in a research facility, where he is being continuously drugged and tested by a government-funded psychopath determined to turn him-and other psychics-into weapons. Eddie does not remember much of how he got there, but he does remember the worst part: He thinks that he killed a man. Meanwhile Eddie's five other "talented" friends from the Edgeview Alternative School find themselves inexplicably drawn to Philadelphia and troubled by thoughts of Trash, whom they believe was killed in a car crash. Even when Eddie manages to escape and rejoin his friends, their troubles are far from over because the psychopath and his goons are now hot on their trails. Can they discover their true talents in time to save their lives, and their futures? In the afterword, Lubar calls his novel a "rollicking adventure," but it really is not. It is a harrowing adventure, rife with fear and violence, and the main characters have major internal struggles about their own capacity for violence. Because of these themes, some of Lubar's comic-relief headings$MD "Part Three, which covers a Thursday that makes Wednesday seem like a day of rest"-seem out of place, trivializing the seriousness of the boys' situation. But that is a minor quibble in a gripping page-turner, with a flawlessly structured plot and compelling, struggling characters who never let each other down. Try this sequel with fans of Tor Seidler's Brainboy and and the Deathmaster (HarperCollins, 2003/VOYA October 2003), and Anthony Horowitz's Alex Rider books.
Children's Literature - Caitlyn Payne
"If they find out about us, bad things are gonna happen. People hate anyone who's different." This statement is made by one of the five, unusually talented boys who are the focus of this novel—and he has no idea how right he is. As the story opens Eddie, better known as Torchie because of his fire-starting power, is being held hostage by an unknown man who wants to exploit his abilities. It becomes a battle of wills between the man and Torchie as to what he will reveal and what he will not. Meanwhile, Torchie's four friends believe he is dead. They are trying to reconcile themselves to this fact, while going on with their own lives and keeping their own diverse and supernatural talents concealed. But a strong mental connection forged among the five boys keeps Torchie at the edge of the other boys' consciousness, and it is through this connection that the boys realize that Torchie is in trouble. They slowly put together the clues as to where Torchie is being held and plan a rescue mission to save their friend—and their secret abilities—from certain exploitation. The novel starts off a little slowly, but the novel's premise is interesting and unique enough to keep readers eager for more. Those who have not read the prequel Hidden Talents may be confused by the abrupt start to the novel; the beginning action sequences may seem very disjointed. However, once a reader sorts out the characters and begins to become involved in the story, s/he will get an intriguing and socially conscious novel that addresses questions about exploitation, friendship, and taking a stand for what is right, no matter what the cost.
Kirkus Reviews
In the opening pages of this sequel to Hidden Talents (1999), 15-year-old Eddie Thalmayer, aka Trash, awakens in a locked room, groggy from being overmedicated. Bowdler, a sadistic adult who seemingly works for the government, wants to harness Eddie's ability to mentally move objects and create the perfect weapon. Readers learn that Trash is one of the special power teens from Hidden Talents's Edgeview Alternative School (Torchie, Cheater, Flinch, Lucky and Martin round out the group). Their powers are definitely cool, but they are demonstrated only occasionally during this work, which reads quite long and requires familiarity with the first title. Escaping from the lab, Trash sends out a telepathic message for his buddies to rendezvous in Philadelphia. Bowdler, like crazed school administrator Ed Rooney in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, hunts them down. Middle-school readers might enjoy how the teens turn the tables on a deranged adult, but overall, the humor is forced and the danger is not as immediate as Scott Westerfeld's Midnighters series, which also features teens with psychic talents and packs a greater punch. (Fiction. 10-14)
From the Publisher
"Hidden Talents is becoming—and deserves to be—a classic of YA literature. It's one of the best, no matter what age you are."—Orson Scott Card, best-selling author of Ender's Game, on Hidden Talents

"Lubar's first novel is wondrously surprising, playful, and heartwarming. A promising new author."—VOYA (5Q 4P) on Hidden Talents

"A good bet for readers who like offbeat fiction. The dialogue is right on target with plenty of humor."—Booklist on Hidden Talents

"Lubar serves up great fun, along with an insight or two for those whose powers are only too human."—Publishers Weekly on Hidden Talents

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780765348562
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 3/4/2008
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 339,293
  • Age range: 10 - 14 Years
  • Product dimensions: 7.66 (w) x 5.06 (h) x 0.85 (d)

Meet the Author

David Lubar

David Lubar created a sensation with his debut novel, Hidden Talents, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults. Thousands of kids and educators across the country have voted Hidden Talents onto over twenty state lists. David is also the author of Flip, an ALA Best Book for Young Adults and a VOYA Best Science Fiction, Fantasy and Horror selection; five short story collections: In the Land of the Lawn Weenies, Invasion of the Road Weenies, The Curse of the Campfire Weenies, The Battle of the Red Hot Pepper Weenies, and Attack of the Vampire Weenies; and the Nathan Abercrombie, Accidental Zombie series. Lubar grew up in Morristown, New Jersey, and he has also lived in New Brunswick, Edison, and Piscataway, NJ, and Sacramento, CA. Besides writing, he has also worked as a video game programmer and designer. He now lives in Nazareth, Pennsylvania.

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Chapter One:


The gorilla who clung to the ceiling was wearing a Princeton t-shirt. It must have been an XXXXL. Exxxxelll. Exxxxelllent. That was funny. I laughed. He didn't seem to mind. He just kept playing with his cigarette lighter, sparking tiny fireworks through the air. His glasses had thick, black frames. They made him look smart. Laughing made my head spin, so I closed my eyes.

He was gone when I woke up. The walls were still rippling. They always rippled. Sometimes, they hummed movie music. They'd been painted by Vincent Van Gogh. A fuzzy man wearing a vanilla coat came in through the door and gave me a sandwich. Grilled cheese. Gorrrilllad cheese. The dark and light-brown patterns looked like George Washington. The father of our country winked at me. George Winkington. Everyone knows he washed down the cherry cheese.

The cheese was sort of tangy.


That's a taste. I rubbed my tongue across my front teeth and tried to remember the last time I'd tasted something. I knew I'd had other meals. I could remember the clack of a plastic knife and fork against a tray. But I couldn't remember any tastes or smells. It was all cardboard. I stared at my right hand. My fingers grew longer. I stared harder. They snapped back. But the crumbs on my fingertips kept singing. It was a nice song about fractions.

I finished my sandwich and took another nap.

The walls didn't ripple at all when I woke. Picasso had snuck in and painted over Van Gogh's work. Vincent would be furious about that. Picasso better keep an eye on his ears.

I sat up to look around. My body got there first, so I waited for my head to catch up. There was nothing much to see in the room. A wooden chair. Walls made of cinder blocks. An open door to a bathroom. A small table. No gorilla. Too bad. He was funny.

I didn't have any idea where I was. Or why. My brain started to spin, so I flopped back down. My pillow smelled like sweat.

I heard footsteps, followed by the swoosh of a bolt sliding free. I wasn't in any shape to deal with people. As the door opened, I shut my eyes and slumped deeper into the mattress.

A hand touched my shoulder, and then shook it.

"Come on, Eddie. It's time to play our game."

Game? What was he talking about? I tried to think. It was like jogging under water. Or under syrup. Eddie. That was me. Eddie Thalmayer. I knew who I was. But I had no idea who this guy was or why he wanted to play a game.

I wasn't going to do anything for him until I figured out what was happening. He shook my shoulder again. "Eddie . . . wake up. We have to move the marbles."

Vague images drifted through my mind. Marbles rolling across a table or floating above it. And, sometimes, wires stuck to my head. It wasn't a fun game.

The fingers tightened for a moment. My mind thought my shoulder should hurt, but my shoulder didn't seem to agree. The guy let go, and I heard him walk toward the door. "Those idiots must have overmedicated him again."

Overmedicated? Maybe I'd gotten sick or been in some kind of accident. But this didn't smell or feel like a hospital room. After the guy left, I opened my eyes and studied the wall next to the bed. A half-dozen large, black ants, as big as robins, swarmed over it. They were transparent. Except for their hula skirts. I blinked hard and the ants faded. I blinked again and they vanished.

I ran my tongue against my teeth and found a couple of crumbs. They were silent.


I'd been given something that turned my brain to fuzzy mush. Why? So I could play a game with marbles? No. There had to be more to it than just that. I dug through the mist, searching for something solid.

The answer jolted my numb body and sluggish brain. I knew why I'd been drugged and locked up. It was payback. I was here because I'd killed that man.




PAMELA THALMAYER: I can't stop thinking about it.

CORBIN THALMAYER: It's hard. But sooner or later, you're going to have to let go.

PAMELA THALMAYER: It's my fault. I know it is. If only we'd paid more attention to Eddie. If only I'd been a better mother. We should never have let them send him to that school. That's where he learned to be a criminal.

CORBIN THALMAYER: It's not your fault. And it's not my fault. I thought the school was good for him. He seemed so much better when he came home. At least, at first. There's no way we could have known what was going on in his mind.

PAMELA THALMAYER: A mother should know. How could my son be capable of doing such an awful thing? How?

CORBIN THALMAYER: I don't know. I guess we'll never know.


The memory of the murder was so brutal, I pushed it away. It couldn't be real. It had to be like the gorilla. Or the ants. But the gorilla and the ants happened here, in this room of rippling walls. The other thing—that awful, bloody moment—that was before. I searched my memories to see what else was before. It was like star-gazing on a cloudy night. I caught small glimmers. Flickering patches of light. I felt that if I could just clear my mind, the patches would grow together and make sense. I wanted to plunge my head into an ice-cold stream and shock away the fog.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, the door flew open. "Good. You're awake."

He caught me by surprise. I started to look at him. But something in my gut warned me I shouldn't act alert. He thought I was overmedicated. But maybe I was undermedicated. My senses seemed clearer than before. I could feel an ache in my shoulder now—an ache that he'd caused. I turned my head toward him and then past the spot where he stood. Slowly, I let my eyes drift back, as if I was having trouble finding him.

Keeping my eyelids half shut, I scanned him for clues. His clothes didn't tell me anything. White shirt. Blue tie. Dark blue jacket with gold buttons. Gray pants held up by a thin black belt. Polished black shoes. One of his shoes smiled at me, but I was beginning to learn what to ignore. Shoes couldn't smile.

His hair was cut very short. His face had the sort of lines that came from a lifetime of scowling, but he was still a couple of years away from looking old. As my gaze flicked past his eyes, my stomach tightened like someone had jabbed me with a needle and injected poison into my gut.

A memory hit me. Years ago. There'd been a rabid dog in the street near the elementary school. The cops had shot it. All the kids went to see. They wouldn't let us get too close, but I saw his eyes. Dead, mad eyes. I'd had nightmares about those eyes for weeks afterward. That's what I was seeing now.

He looked like he was in shape. Not that I was planning to tackle him. The thought of violence brought back the image of the other man. And more memories. This guy—he'd been there, too.

I shuddered as the awful sound of snapping bones shot from the past, along with the scarlet splash of fresh blood. The snaps echoed and picked up the frantic rhythm of popcorn in the microwave. I gritted my teeth until the sound faded. I still didn't know for sure whether the memory was real. The moment floated in my mind, a single scene of fear and death, unconnected with anything else.

He slid the table over to the side of the bed. "Sit up."

I sat.

He moved a step closer. "Ready?"

I shrugged, not sure how alert he expected me to be. Should I mumble? Babble? Drool?

He placed a cardboard box on the table, flipped the lid open, and plucked out a clear glass marble. My gut clenched even tighter at the sight of it. He put the marble on the left edge of the table. Then he took out a paper target and set it on the right side of the table. The box was large enough to hold a lot more than one marble, but I couldn't see inside of it.

"Move the marble," he said. "Lift it."

I reached over to pick it up.

His hand shot out so fast I didn't have time to react. I struggled to hide my panic as he clamped his fingers around my wrist. "Not like that, Eddie. You know the game, right?"

I nodded, though I had no idea what he meant.

He relaxed his grip. I let my hand drop to my lap. Not like that. Then how?

Another glimmer burst through the clouds. Not just a star. A galaxy. An amazing, swirling galaxy with five dazzling constellations. I fought to keep my face slack as the memories flooded me. I understood, now. He wanted me to move the marble the special way. But that was a secret. Only five people knew about my hidden talent—my friends from Edgeview Alternative School. Their names were too deep in my heart to ever disappear behind the clouds. Martin, Cheater, Torchie, Lucky, and Flinch. Were they here, too? My heart beat faster at the thought. I wanted to see them. I desperately needed to see them. But I hoped they weren't locked up like me, doing tricks for . . . Bowdler. That's what the guys in the lab coats called him.


I glanced up from the marble. "Huh?"

"You seem distracted. What's wrong?" Bowdler asked.


"Who's Martin?"

I froze. I hadn't realized I'd spoken his name out loud. Had I mentioned the others, too? I needed to give Bowdler an answer. "My dog," I said, tossing out the first lie that came to mind. "Martin. He got shot. I miss him."

"I'm sure you do." He pointed to the marble. "But you're starting to displease me. Let's get back to the game."

I remembered more. A swirling blur, like a TV show I'd halfway watched ten years ago. The game. He'd make me move the marble onto the target. Over and over. Roll it, float it, bounce it. There'd been all sorts of marbles. Glass. Steel. Pure black carbon. Plastic. Ceramic. I'd moved them all. Then he put up barriers. A sheet of glass. A cloth handkerchief. Metal foil. I guess he was testing to see what kind of stuff could block my power. But I could reach through anything. Glass. Steel. Flesh . . .

There were other tests, too. Distractions. Headphones with loud music. Noise. Blindfolds. Flashing lights. Strong odors.

I shuddered again as I remembered the electric shocks tingling through my arm, or the time the room smelled like ammonia. Sometimes, they'd attached electrodes to my head and printed out long strips of paper. There were several people who helped set up the equipment. They left the room before I moved the marbles. But Bowdler—he was always there for the marbles, and for all the unpleasant moments.

So he knew I could move things with my mind. There was no reason to pretend I couldn't. If I did what he wanted, he'd leave, and then I'd have time to think.

Move the marble. No problem. I reached out toward it with my mind—just like someone would reach out with an invisible arm—except the arm is as long as I want, and there's no limit to how many I have. I can be an octopus, or a hundred-handed giant like the ones in the Greek myths. Anything I can move with my muscles, I can move with my mind. The marble wouldn't be a problem.

I reached out with my mind to lift the marble. But the marble didn't rise. It didn't even quiver. It lay there, as cold and silent as Bowdler. I clenched my teeth and tried again. Nothing. The air around me grew hot and damp. I wanted to try harder, but I didn't know how. I was afraid to look at him. Afraid to tell him I couldn't do it.

I stared at the marble and wondered whether I'd imagined everything. Maybe I didn't have any power. Maybe none of my memories were real.

Martin, Cheater, Flinch, Torchie, and Lucky—had I dreamed all of them up? Had I invented their psychic powers, along with my own?

I wasn't creative enough to do that. I could draw and I could paint. I was a pretty good artist. But I could never invent anything so amazing. Flinch could. Yeah, Flinch was creative enough to dream himself up. I'll bet there was even a fancy word for that—dreaming yourself up. If there was, Cheater would know it. He knew all sorts of trivia. But if Flinch wasn't real, how could he create himself?

Now I was definitely starting to sound crazy. Maybe that was the answer. Maybe I was just flat-out crazy.

"Excellent." Bowdler flashed a thin smile in my direction, then reached inside the cardboard box. I expected him to pull something out, but he just fiddled around for a moment, then said, "Try again."

This time, I had no trouble. I could feel my muscles unclench with relief as the marble rose. I floated it toward the target. But when it was halfway there, the marble dropped to the table.

I flinched as Bowdler pulled his hand from the box, expecting him to grab my wrist again. Instead, he scooped up the marble and the target, and put them away.

"Get some rest, my little puppet. Your real training is about to begin." Humming, he pressed his palm against a metal plate by the door. The bolt slid open and he left the room.

I inched back along the mattress until I was wedged in the corner and hugged my knees tight against my chest, trying to vanish inside myself. This can't be happening. I dug my nails into my leg. It isn't real. The pain, still dull and distant, was real enough.

This is happening.

I remembered something Cheater had said, back at Edgeview. I could picture us, sitting in Martin and Torchie's room.

"If they find out about us, bad things are gonna happen. People hate anyone who's different."

"Yeah. They could cut us up to figure out how we work," Lucky said.

"Or lock us in a room," Cheater said. "You know, use us for weapons. Or as spies."

"It's like a secret weapon," Lucky said. "It works best if nobody knows about it. We can't tell anyone."

Back then, I'd thought they were being paranoid. But someone had found out about my talent and locked me in a room. I hadn't been cut up so far, but I had no idea what they were planning. I'd give anything to be with the guys right now. Even if we all had to go back to Edgeview, where we'd been dumped like unwanted animals. Even there, among the bullies and the stink of despair.

The stink of despair? Fancy words for a kid who was recently hallucinating gorillas. I realized my mind was working better. Why wasn't I totally numbed by the drugs? Bowdler had said something about me getting too high a dose. That didn't explain how I felt. . . . Maybe this time they'd given me too low a dose. It didn't matter why I was coming out of the fog. All that mattered was that I wasn't drugged now. At least, not completely. I still felt dizzy. Stray sounds—clicks and whistles and hums—floated through my mind. If I stared at my hand, the lines of my fingerprints seemed to whirl and spin. But at least I knew it was an illusion.

I needed to get away before they gave me another dose. With my powers, and a clear head, it would be easy to slip out of here. If I could trust my powers. I'd had a hard time moving the marble. Maybe the medicine had something to do with that, or I'd been distracted by the flood of memories. Or maybe Bowdler just shook me up so much I couldn't think straight when he was around. I looked at the chair. That would be a good test. As I was about to slide it across the room, the door opened again and a guy in a lab coat came in. I think it was the same guy who'd brought me the sandwich. He was carrying a small tray. No food. All I saw was a paper cup.

"It's time for your medicine," he said, reaching for the cup.

Copyright © 2007 by David Lubar. All rights reserved.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2013

    BEST BOOK EVER!!!!!!

    This is the best book I have ever read. And I have read many, Many, MANY books. If you like a combo of action, loyalty, suspence, and dash of gore, then you will love True Talents.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 16, 2014


    I really hope they make a third book. This book was AWESOME!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 11, 2013


    This is an aweome sequle to Hidden Talents!!!!!?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2013


    Tjisbis one of the best books I've ever read, of which there are thousands. I highly recommend it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 24, 2013


    Love this book true talents also

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    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 27, 2013


    Is it good?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 27, 2012


    This book was AMAZING if you liked Hidden Talents I suggest you get this book NOW!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 25, 2012

    Book three?

    I love the seires a good deal and i think there should be a book three

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  • Posted January 11, 2011


    tthis boook was very good but i. but i liked the first one better... it is not written from the same characters point of view

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  • Posted October 16, 2010


    True talents is an amazing sequal to Hidden Talents. I loved the suspense and the connecting of the guys. If you loved Hidden Talents, you must read this.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 30, 2009

    true talents

    This book was awsome i like the suspense of the book and i liked the humor of the charecters and the powers they had. It`s and overal great book and i had alot of fun reading this book lms 09 (d.r)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2008


    This book is awesome! i like the suspense and climatic ending. It kept me on my toes. I read it in one day because i couldn't stop reading it! i like all the psychic powers especially the telekinesis that trash had.They should a series of those books.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 30, 2007

    Even better than the 1st!!

    I teach middle school and my students and I love this book!! The first one was awesome and the kids love this one even more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2007

    truly a talented author

    I admit that I was one of the few folks in my profession who never read the first book, so I came to TRUE TALENTS knowing nothing about the characters and the plot of HIDDEN TALENTS other than the fact that kids loved it. I was taken in immediately from page one by both the roller coaster action and the incredible humor that somehow ameliorates the intensity of the danger faced by Eddie and his pals. I do not find the humor forced. Actually, I think the opposite is true: the humor is unexpected and welcome it is also sharp and will appeal to readers who can appreciate humor that ranges from slapstick to satire. Lubar's book is scoring with students here in Texas. It also scored with this much older reader.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 1, 2007

    The book is forced

    I really didn't care for this book. Middle School readers from a small town will like it. But any kid in a urban environment might read it and laugh at the fact that the author is far removed to write for a wider audience.

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    fun tale for middle school children

    The young teens met at the Edgeview Alternative School, but bonded as hopeless misfits dealing with the abusive bullying hulk Lester Bloodbath and the shock therapy punishments for alleged misbehavior of Principal Davis. A year has passed since 'Trash' learned he has telekinetic powers and his mates found their skills too. Torchie lights fires, Cheater reads minds which enables him to cheat on tests, Lucky finds missing objects, Flinch forecasts the future, and Martin sees souls. Though each relishes a secret power, each also wants to be normal especially as they go to the American torture camp for dweebs: high school. --- Back home Trash wonders if he dreamed of his super friends and his own psychic ability just like he dreamt of killing a gorilla. He tests his skill by mentally pick pocketing a wallet though he returns it to the owner albeit with a reward. He next decides to see what he could do at the nearby Ben Franklin bank, but is caught with a successful telekinetic withdrawal of cash. Major Bowdler and a top secret squad looking into psychic phenomena has captured Trash and plan to use his skills for nefarious research purposes with their subject being an expendable butterfly. His only hope resides with the nerd squad of Edgeview, Torchie, Cheater, Lucky, Flinch, and Martin using their HIDDEN TALENTS as a team, but each first must escape from curfew imposed by adult supervision. --- This sequel continues the adventures of the six nerdy psychic teens who became friends at Edgeview, but though they are moving on to high school remain in touch with one another. These six musketeers know the truth of one for all and all for one so when Trash gets into trouble his five banditos risk their freedom to try to rescue him from an immoral research group looking into psychic phenomena. TRUE TALENTS is a fun tale for middle school children and those adults who appreciate Potter-mania. --- Harriet Klausner

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