Paul Fisher may be a geek with glasses, but he can see a lot of stuff that his clueless parents seem to miss. For one thing, Paul is the only one who notices that his older brother Eric is a registered psycho, who tortures his classmates with his goonish buddy. But dear old dad is too caught up in the “Eric Fisher Football Dream” to notice that his place-kicking son is also a wacko, and Paul’s too busy trying to get in good with the soccer-jocks to try and explain. It’s going to take a bolt of lightening and a lost memory to finally make his family see what he’s seen all along. A gripping, suburban gothic read.