A lot of people would tell me that I am far too old for these books. And true, I probably should have read them years ago. True, I got some very weird looks as a 21 year old standing in the 9-12 section of Waterstones. But I don’t care because they are AMAZING. Perhaps after two months away from my subject I was getting withdrawal symptoms, but I raced through the entire series in about two weeks. So addictive. I actually had to take an emergency trip to the bookstore because I needed the next ones so badly. Twice. Aah. The Greek mythology is surprisingly accurate, taking into account that it’s set in the modern day, which was appreciated by this Classics student, and the stories are well and truly entertaining. The plot is fast paced, the characters are lovable; just yes. I feel like a lot of the books I review I either love or hated, probably because those are the ones on which there’s something interesting to actually say – regardless, the pattern seems to be continuing here, because I loved these.
The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series tells the story of Percy Jackson, a boy living with his mother and stepfather in New York, when he finds out that his father is actually Poseidon, Greek god of the sea – the ancient myths are real, and he is a demigod. Along with his friends from Camp Half-Blood, a motley combination of demigods, satyrs, driads, centaurs and giant hellhounds, he must save the world from the evil Titan Kronos, who is attempting to come back to life and destroy the gods…
Percy himself is such a goofball. It’s great because he is not a perfect protagonist. Whilst he is brave and loyal, and smart when he needs to be, he often makes idiotic mistakes, says stupid things, or completely misses the point. Mainly with Annabeth. I love Annabeth. She is by far my favourite character. I’m now reading the Heroes of Olympus series which follows on from Percy Jackson (maybe a review on them to come, we’ll see), and I think the struggle I had with the first two was almost entirely down to the lack of Annabeth. Daughter of Athena, the brains of the outfit, feisty with a strong, independent mind, the series really would be nothing without her. She perfectly plays off Percy’s laidback, goofballish attitude. And whilst the relationship between the two is a ship that practically sails itself, it’s not the main focus of the books at all. It’s barely a sidenote until right at the end, because, dude, they’re 12 in the first one, please don’t try and get them to date. So yeah, no dating until 16 is good. And Rick Riordan’s brilliant shooting down to the many, many people who asked if Percy and Annabeth will get married by the end of Heroes of Olympus makes me so happy – they’re 17, STOP BEING RIDICULOUS. Yay Rick. (I’ve spent like 20 minutes scrolling thorough tumblr though and still can’t find it :( )
So yeah, do it. Get over you’re fear of being horrendously judged for reading books aimed at elementary school and go have one hell of a time. And please, please persevere with it. The first book is a bit underwhelming, and feels like it’s aimed at kids (which is porbably why I never managed to read it in the first place) but get to Sea of Monsters, and seriously, you won’t regret it.
~ Becca x