Percy Jackson and The Olympians Book 1: The Lightning Thief
By Rick Riordan
When I was in college, I was required to take certain courses that were not included in my major (I majored in English). I tended to go with the easy stuff; art, geography, music appreciation, etc. One such class was mythology. I went into it expecting something kind of boring. I wasn’t a fool, we read Edith Wharton’s mythology in high school, and I was bored stuff. I wasn’t expecting much better from the college course.
Boy, was I in for a surprise. I breezed through with an A and a new appreciate for Greek, Roman and Norse gods. The battles! The lust! The murder, love, betrayal, torture, death!! Mythology had it all! And then some!
So, imagine my delight, when I picked up with little gem. Slightly reminiscent of Harry Potter; our hero, Percy Jackson, has been “special” all his life without knowing why. Always causing problems, labeled a troubled youth and sent away to boarding school, Percy is coming into his 12th year and he finally discovers just why he is special. His father was a god. Now, caught between bickering gods and fleeing monsters, Percy must recover something very special, and get to know himself and his father along the way. Not to mention meeting quite a few gods and goddesses who would like to send him on a one way trip to Hades.
Percy was, in my mind, a great, true character. He acted just like a 12 year old. Obnoxious. Confused. A little geeky. Adored his mother. Hated his stepdad. Intensely loyal to his friends. And, unlike another book I read of a similar subject that I will not mention here because I have to review it for Estella, the gods and goddesses acted exactly in the way I expected them too. Petty, self-absorbed, violent. The writing was tight, fast-paced and exciting. It all came together for a very enjoyable read. I can’t wait to get the next in this series.