Because Eliza recently mentioned this book, I ordered it from the library, and today it showed up. I'm glad I read it, so that I can laugh at myself for so immediately failing to read from Ulysses every day. But I read and reread Into the Dream a million times before I was 10, and, heaven help me, Firestarter when I wasn't much older. So Willo Davis Roberts's happy ending for telekinetic kids rang entirely hollow.