Percy Jackson & the Olympians Boxed Set (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, 1)
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Something you want to talk about?" I asked. "You mean . . . so serious we'd have to go to St. Thomas to talk about it?" A clump formed in my throat. I'd known this was coming. We'd been planning it for weeks, but I'd half hoped it would never happen.
Poseidon- I love the idea of him always wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Bermuda shorts and find it oddly amusing. But as I read the rest of the series (one after another, without a break!), I became increasingly impatient. Not so much because the battle themes were repetitive (they were), but as Percy aged towards 16, one volume per year, the female characters in particular became harder to take. Every one of them, even the goddesses, started to act the drama queen, just as Percy became more and more the upstanding resolute hero. OK, I know Riordan is trying to catch the interest of North American teens here, but this is fantasy, and in pandering to his target market’s stereotypes, he really missed an opportunity for some role modelling.
also familiar sense in other way like I know places & cities (I mean in almost all high fantasy stories I'm just confused with the strange names & wondering where they were.)
Thalia Grace-I've always loved Thalia. She kind of reminded me of myself in a way that is kind of hard to put into words, although Annabeth reminds me of myself much more. Thalia is such a strong and amazing character and I wish we got to see more of her. When fantasy elements bind in reality; we know a boring world of reality & then... magic revealed! or myths, travel between universes. I live in that world & I feel happy.Also, I was a little disappointed that he hadn’t made use of the USA’s actual Mt. Olympus, which I can almost see from the end of my street. That would have been cool, but maybe it wasn’t in his travel guide.) I nodded. I didn't like talking about it, but Rachel knew. Unlike most mortals, she could see through the Mist -- the magic veil that distorts human vision. She'd seen monsters. She'd met some of the other demigods who were fighting the Titans and their allies. She'd even been there last summer when the chopped-up Lord Kronos rose out of his coffin in a terrible new form, and she'd earned my permanent respect by nailing him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush. generally I love the fantasy which happening in our world, low fantasy. I call them: Fantasy in reality.
Yes . . . but Percy, you'd be doing me a huge favor. It would be so much better if you were with us. Besides, there's something I want to talk --" She stopped abruptly. Up until then, I was having a great afternoon. Technically I wasn't supposed to be driving because I wouldn't turn sixteen for another week, but my mom and my stepdad, Paul, took my friend Rachel and me to this private stretch of beach on the South Shore, and Paul let us borrow his Prius for a short spin.Do go into this expecting considerable amounts of fun and excitement and something wildly refreshing. Okay, that last one mostly applies to me, I think, because I tend to shy away from both MG novels and works inspired by classical mythology because of mostly unfunded prejudices (get your shit together, Nina, good lord). So to me, this type of story was fairly new, and honestly felt like a breath of fresh air. All the adventure, and the fighting, and the monsters, and the life-or-death situations? I dig. A lot. She pursed her lips. "Look, just forget it for now. Let's pretend we're a couple of normal people. We're out for a drive, and we're watching the ocean, and it's nice to be together."