The award-winning #1 international bestseller that's perfect for fans of The Last Kids on Earth and Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Luke Parker was just your average comic book fan until his boring, teacher’s pet, helps-old-ladies-across-the-street brother Zack got turned into a superhero. Luke can’t believe the unfairness of it all— he’s the one with the encyclopedic knowledge of everything from Ant-Man to Wolverine! At least he can help Zack—aka Star Guy—with all the important parts of becoming a superhero, like using his newfound powers and deciding whether or not to wear a cape. But when Star Guy gets into super-size trouble, it’s up to Luke—and his intrepid neighbor, Lara—to rescue his big brother and, with a little luck, help him save the world. * “A non-stop action-packed, laugh-out-loud winner of a story.” — School Library Journal , starred review “A loving tribute to the genre consumed with capes, masks, supervillains, and great responsibility.” — Kirkus Reviews "Readers will enjoy the deadpan narration that reveals the unexpected difficulties of being a modern-day superhero.” — Publishers Weekly Praise for My Brother Is a Superhero Winner of the Waterstones Children's Book Prize British Book Industry Awards Children's Book of the Year “A non-stop action-packed, laugh-out-loud winner of a story. The main characters are finely drawn and their voices are authentic…A great book that will charm reluctant readers as well as anyone who has ever dreamed of being a superhero.” — School Library Journal , starred review “Luke’s narration is pitch perfect, providing just the right amount of snark, admiration, and cleverness…A hinted-at sequel will be eagerly anticipated by readers, who will want to return not only for the whizz-bang superhero stuff but also for the memorable and carefully developed sibling dynamic.”  — BCCB “A loving tribute to the genre consumed with capes, masks, supervillains, and great responsibility.” — Kirkus Reviews “Comic-book devotees like Luke will appreciate references to familiar characters (Zack initially christens himself Starman until Luke reminds him, “There’s already a Starman. You’ll probably get sued”), but all readers will enjoy the deadpan narration that reveals the unexpected difficulties of being a modern-day superhero.” — Publishers Weekly David Solomons is a screenwriter whose first feature film was an adaptation of  Five Children and It (starring Kenneth Branagh and Eddie Izzard, with gala screenings at the Toronto and Tribeca Film Festivals). His latest film,  Not Another Happy Ending , closed the Edinburgh International Film Festival. My Brother is a Superhero  is his first novel for children. He was born in Glasgow and now lives in Dorset with his wife (and novelist) Natasha, and son, Luke. Follow him at @DavidSolomons2. Excerpt   My brother is a superhero, and I could have been one too, except that I needed to go pee. My name is Luke Parker. I’m eleven years old, and I live in a mild-mannered part of the city with my mom, dad, and big brother, Zack. He wasn’t always a superhero, but with a name like Zack you’ve got to wonder if my parents had a hunch that one day he’d end up wearing a mask and cape and saving orphans from burning buildings. I mean, come on! It’s not a name; it’s a sound effect. It’s what you get in a comic when a superhero punches a supervillain. Pow! Blam! Zack! It seems to me that in life you are faced with clear-cut moments when things could go one way or another. Vanilla or chocolate. Smooth or crunchy. Drop the water balloon on Dad’s head, or hold your fire. It’s up to you which choice to make, and sometimes all it takes to change the way your whole life turns out are four little words. “I need to pee.” It was the fateful evening. Zack and I had been in our tree house for about an hour, and I was bursting. I was reading an old issue of Teen Titans by flashlight, Zack was doing his math homework. He’s always been a bit of a teacher’s pet. Before he became Star Guy, at school he was star boy. “Then go,” he said, solving another quadratic equation with a flick of his pencil. “I’m not stopping you.” The truth was I didn’t want to go down the rope ladder in the dark. It had been hard enough climbing up it in the first place. It’s not that I’m out of shape or anything, but put it like this: you won’t ever see me on an Olympic podium. I suffer from hay fever and have funny-shaped feet that mean I have to wear these things in my shoes called “orthotics.” When Mom first told me I needed them, I was excited. I thought they sounded like supersoldier power armor, but when they finally arrived they turned out to be bendy, foot-shaped supports and not a cybernetic exoskeleton suit. That was a disappointing Thursday. I hung my head out of the tree house door. “Maybe I could just pee from here?” “Out! Get out of here, you disgusting child!” Zack is only three years older than me, but when I’ve done something to annoy him he cal