"A Canticle for Elvis" reads like a Scientology tract: Angels come to earth and bless everybody with cool scientific stuff. The writing itself is plain, suitable for a new reader, but the story might lose anyone that young. Youngsters might like the heroine's too-cute family relationship with her robots and wouldn't care about how new elements, such as the father's lab and teleporting supercar, are thrown in with minimal development. The second-generation Tom Swift books were like this, but without the anti-fascist-government dramatics. An experienced reader over 15 should probably give this one a pass.