I nodded. I didn't like talking about it, but Rachel knew. Unlike most mortals, she could see through the Mist -- the magic veil that distorts human vision. She'd seen monsters. She'd met some of the other demigods who were fighting the Titans and their allies. She'd even been there last summer when the chopped-up Lord Kronos rose out of his coffin in a terrible new form, and she'd earned my permanent respect by nailing him in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush. This series is so fantastical and great, and Percy’s voice is such a fantastic one to experience. He grows so much over the course of the 5 books – he grows from an insecure 12 year old boy unsure of who he is and weary over this new world he’s entered to a confident young man capable of taking down a Titan. I was so proud of him by the end! However, I’m still so glad I read it now. I always hear so many amazing things about this series so I am so happy I get to join in on the fandom! She nodded. "And so . . . hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?" Too long." He tapped his watch, which was our remote control detonator. "I still have to wire the receiver and prime the charges. Ten more minutes at least."

Besides, I seriously needed a vacation. This summer had been the hardest of my life. The idea of taking a break even for a few days was really tempting. Honestly, one of the best series ever, wont beat Harry Potter but seriosly, I am now obsessed with Greek mythology! It was a great series the author did a good job with the plot and it was pretty well written.When fantasy elements bind in reality; we know a boring world of reality & then... magic revealed! or myths, travel between universes. I live in that world & I feel happy. also familiar sense in other way like I know places & cities (I mean in almost all high fantasy stories I'm just confused with the strange names & wondering where they were.) happy & sad emotions are essential for every great stories. I love to have tears of Joy, or my heart wrenches during reading a book & Riordan knows how to make us cry, even over a not-important character we don't care about. The best part about the series is the intermingling of myth,legend and fresh fiction, woven around new characters.

Now, I know you're thinking, Wow, that was really irresponsible of him, blah, blah, blah, but Paul knows me pretty well. He's seen me slice up demons and leap out of exploding school buildings, so he probably figured taking a car a few hundred yards wasn't exactly the most dangerous thing I'd ever done. As with the Potter books, one of my favorite characteristics if that the books focus on friendship rather than moving into any type of romance. In book one, THE LIGHTNING THIEF, Percy (short for Perseus) is 11, and becomes a year older in each book. I don't care what your nose says!" snarled a half-human, half-dog voice -- a telkhine. "The last time you smelled halfblood, it turned out to be a meat loaf sandwich!" generally I love the fantasy which happening in our world, low fantasy. I call them: Fantasy in reality.I also felt Riordan’s location-naming became increasingly obsessive, reaching a fever pitch of precision in the final volume The Last Olympian where the battle for Mt Olympus (a fantasy structure, I should note, hovering above the Empire State Building) is catalogued intersection by friggin' intersection! Add to that the wonderful setting, an urban fantasy based on Greek mythology. That's just box office . And the author used the setting very wisely so much so at times you are kept wondering what is actually mythology and what is inspired. It's a stupid finishing school for society girls, all the way in New Hampshire. Can you see me in finishing school?"

Now about it being compared to Harry Potter: The milieu are beautiful, bewitching and play on subtle humor BUT the characters don't grow on you much (probably coz none of the major ones die!) and since the series is extended into further books, you're left hungry for more. There's a finale but not the end. reread "Sea of Monsters". Book wonderful, doesn't deserve it but review will be overshadowed by having just seen the movie. I never understand the Lynch-Dune Syndrome: omitting awesome, cinematic action sequences from the book to be replaced with lamer made-up action sequences in the movie. Doesn't make it more exciting or anything... just dumbed down. Rereading the book, among other things, was a sequence of: "Ohhhhh yeah, that's why that bit makes sense…" One of the odder (and to me, more angering) things the movie did was keeping Grover in the wedding dress to fool Polyphemus, but have P. think G. was a "housemaid" rather than prospective wife. Seriously? That's along the lines of "PATROCLUS WAS NOT ACHILLES'S COUSIN, 'TROY'!!" …Although I do appreciate that Annabeth took the Odysseus role, from the Sirens to the Nobody ploy. Very cool.Oh . . . right." I tried to sound excited. I mean, she'd asked me to her family's vacation house on St. Thomas for three days. I didn't get a lot of offers like that. My family's idea of a fancy vacation was a weekend in a rundown cabin on Long Island with some movie rentals and a couple of frozen pizzas, and here Rachel's folks were willing to let me tag along to the Caribbean. A clump formed in my throat. I'd known this was coming. We'd been planning it for weeks, but I'd half hoped it would never happen. Still, something big was supposed to go down any day now. I was "on call" for a mission. Even worse, next week was my birthday. There was this prophecy that said when I turned sixteen, bad things would happen. We parked on a ridge overlooking the Atlantic. The sea is always one of my favorite places, but today it was especially nice -- glittery green and smooth as glass, like my dad was keeping it calm just for us.