Have I mentioned lately that the
Percy Jackson movie was crap? No? Let me say it again, then. I hate that movie.
It’s crap.
There.
Now, onward with the review.
I said in my last post that I loved
the first Percy Jackson book. It sets the stage in a five-book saga that really
grabs you and won’t let go. Ever heard of OMC Syndrome? One More Chapter
Syndrome hits all of us, mostly at night when we want to sleep, but the book
makes us diseased—our hands are attached to it, eyes glued, and we can’t put it
down. We have to have one more chapter….
Anyway, when I started Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Sea of
Monsters, I had no idea what to expect, really, and I had a bit of a
hesitation as much as I love the series. Would the debut lead into a strong
sophomore novel? Or would it fall flat and leave us wanting? I needed to find
out. So in I delved.
I was not disappointed.
The characters were as strong as
ever, and with Percy’s new family secret revealed, you see other sides of him
that are at first not-so-likeable, then his noble hero qualities come out and
you like him even more. And Annabeth? Man, she’s BA. That girl kicks butt. Luke
was a jerkbag, as usual, only more so in this book. The tie-in with Grover’s
quest was also really innovative. We weren’t left hanging wondering what
happened to our dear satyr friend.
I liked how the other Halfbloods
were incorporated more in this one, too. And the Sea of Monsters’ location? I
smiled, and getting me to show any emotion while reading is difficult. Props to
you, Rick Riordan. Your sophomore Percy Jackson book was full-blooded and a
kicker. I can’t say you punched me in the face, but you certainly gave the
first book a run for its money. Eight flipped pages out of Ten.
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