Brilliance, which isn't. I like lit-cheese and it was 99p from those tax-shy Amazoners. Half way through and I've started to look at the time-left-in-book. I don't know what it is, but generally if I start a book, I have to finish. There's probably a word in German for the feeling that comes from having to finish a crap book.
Anyway, what really bugs is that protagonist is a 'brilliant' who has a 'power' but it's, wait for it, pattern recognition. Which is like the dullest superpower ever. Why not the ability to make paint dry just by looking at it for several hours. What's more, he's shit at it, otherwise he wouldn't be perpetually surprised by the telegraphed twists in the plot development which always have to be drudgingly explained to him. The hero is so smug you hope an asteroid lands on him, certainly his ego has enough gravity to attract one, and – of course – the lead female character just swoons over him, despite the fact that not so many pages ago he was sworn to kill her. I think she might have been delivered in a box and inflated with a foot pump.
You can't even get good cheese these days.
