Being a superpowered 9 ½-year-old isn't all it's cracked up to be.When you think superhero, you picture a costumed adventurer punching evildoers and saving the day. You picture a heroic grin and an endearing quip as our hero humbly suggests it's just their duty, just before swooping off to avert some other far-off crisis. It sounds like it'd be great to be a superhero, but Pizazz knows better. This kid has had it up to here with dashing away from her friends and school whenever there's a sign of trouble. She's tired of saving the world while wearing an embarrassing, glittery cape. Hardest of all might be the constantly sunny attitude expected of her: Pizazz feels trapped by an image she never wanted in the first place. As Pizazz outlines her laundry list of complaints, readers may find their empathy curdling quickly. There are only so many smarmy wisecracks one can take without a balance of earnest chuckles or splashy art, and the book has neither. Flat characters and square authority figures dance to the narrative's well-worn song. At its core, there's little to set this novel apart from the many other "misunderstood middle grader with attitude" books that flood school book fairs. Pizazz and most of her family have paper-white skin; some secondary characters appear to be people of color. Book 2, Pizazz vs. the New Kid, publishes simultaneously.Pizazz may feel like she's unique in her problems, but on paper she's a dime a dozen. (Fiction. 8-10)