How many of you have heard, by way
of cinema, the name Percy Jackson? Raise your hands. That many? Thought so.
Now; how many of you associate this “good movie” with a book you will probably
never read? Yeah, thought so.
Okay, let me start off by writing
off the movie ENTIRELY. That piece of pig vomit is nothing compared to Rick
Riordan’s creative and innovative work entitled Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief. I read the
book not knowing what to expect. The crap movie gives you high expectations,
and I’m not saying they weren’t met. By far, they were. But these expectations
are schnozzle compared to the deal you get with the first Percy Jackson
installment.
First, let me start off by saying
the narrative and voice is incredibly entertaining. You laugh as much as you
frown from tension. Percy’s a clever kid, and Riordan gives him a relatable,
warm voice you could listen to for hours. All the characters in the book are
great, and I love how Annabeth is such a strong female figure in it. You’d
think they’d make her the damsel in distress Percy has to save time and again,
like in Greek mythology, but she’s far
from that. Sure, spiders freak her out, but who isn’t freaked out by spiders?
My older brother pretty much dies every time he sees one. (For me, it’s
earwigs, but hey. I’m weird.)
The ways Riordan incorporates Greek
mythology into the modern day is really fascinating, as well. The monsters are
great and oft times pop up in unexpected places. And the short, punch-packing
explanations of the monster origins save us a long-winded Greek epic that needs
to be explained. They’re common knowledge and you can recognize them off the
bat once the heroes that previously fought the monsters are mentioned.
I didn’t know what to expect coming
into the book, but I really enjoyed it once I delved in. I can’t wait to pick
up the rest of them. And believe me, they’re going on my keeper shelf. Eight
flipped pages out of Ten.
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