Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan
Understanding that the spin off series was not as good as the original Percy Jackson, let me just say: that was awesome!
Now, maybe it was just the nostalgia kicking in, but I really missed Percy Jackson andh is beautiful, wonderful internal voice in this one. It was a great book, and it’s hard not to find most of the characters and their chapters very compelling and fun, but I still missed Percy’s compelling and hilarious first person.
The big end of the series finale focused a lot on sacrifice, on each character slowly coming around to the idea that they would lose something on the quest – their lives, their friends, themselves, something. Sometimes a literal sacrifice, like Percy and Annabeth bleeding on the Acropolis or Leo’s plan, and sometimes something a little less tangible. This is pretty interesting, given the cultural significance of sacrifice to the ancient Greeks and Romans.
I also really liked that Nico turned out not to be another gay character who got sentenced to a life of misery and loneliness. There’s not point in writing in LGBTQ characters if they never get to be happy, even for a moment, when all the other characters do.
This is a short blog post, but I’m so hesitant to talk about it because of the spoilers.
I’ll just say, it was great and wait for everyone else to read it and agree.
Last movie I watched:
47 Ronin. Awkward, sexist, racially uncomfortable, weirdly paced, zero character development. I regret nothing
Last TV episode I watched:
Shadowhunters. I’m on the fence about this show. I like it but it’s also pretty bad a lot of the time.
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