Between ADHD, dyslexia, and a pretty defiant attitude, Percy Jackson has always had problems in school. In fact, he can’t make it more than a year in any single school. But in sixth grade, his problems get worse when mythological monsters start attacking him and no one seems to notice. Then, his mother insists that, for his own safety, he go to Camp Half-blood, where Percy finds out that he’s the son of a Greek god. He is charged with a quest – finding Zeus’s stolen master lightning bolt – and sets off on an adventure with two friends by his side.
I had a fun time reading this. It was like American Gods (only younger) and Harry Potter mixed together. Riordan does a really good job updating all the Greek gods to live in the modern world, but also keeping all the personality traits they had in the old myths. The plot was fast but not gimmicky, there was a fair amount of humor, and Riordan kept me guessing all the way to the end. Technically, I pegged the traitor near the beginning, but was later convinced that I’d been wrong, only to find out I’d been right after all. I hadn’t seen it coming. Nice.
The only thing that bothered me about this book was how long it took Percy to figure out which god was his father. It was obvious from the first chapter, and grew even more obvious as time went by, but it took him (and all the other campers and camp leaders observing him) a third of the book to put it together. I felt like screaming, “Duh!!”
Other than that, this was a really fun book, and a nice, light read coming off An American Tragedy. It closed up nicely, so that even though I know I’ll probably read the other books in this series, I don’t need to read them right away. Plus Riordan lives in San Antonio, which makes me wonder if I’ve seen him around and just not known who he is…hrm…