With nothing new coming to the table (New Mexico and 1947 are watchwords of the genre) this nevertheless kept its head above the rest. Even the style of writing - those chapters flashing back on history - aren't new, but the whole work has a patina to it, and not just a superficial glossy layer either. I can't quite pin down what the author's doing because nothing is particularly original, and yet there's a more than the sum of its parts feel to the work, a tantalizing feeling that, if you keep reading, you'll unearth something a cut above the traditional alien conspiracy, teen superpower stories that litter the virtual bookshelves of the self-publishing markets.

Confused? Yes. me too. But enjoyed? Absolutely.