I guess Riordan has a tried and tested formula that he applies to all his books, but it's starting to show.
But is it enough? Sadly, I don't think so. Magnus makes lots of snarky comments to ensure that the book never becomes too serious. Instead of being the son of a Greek god, though, Magnus is the son of a Norse god - a difference that doesn't make the story different enough, but does provide some major info-dumpy moments.ĭon't get me wrong, Riordan's writing is still easy to read and quite funny. It's pretty much the same kid again, with the same wit and snark, he's just been given a different name. It's incredibly hard to distinguish Magnus's voice from that of Percy Jackson. At this point, the stories are all starting to blend into one and it feels like his well of ideas has run dry. Some people will shriek "No!" at this, but I really think it's time for Mr Riordan to move on from these stories about young heroes and heroines and Greek/Roman/Egyptian/Norse Gods. The Sword of Summer, though, doesn't feel. As with Harry Potter, it takes a normal, seemingly unremarkable kid and propels him into a world where he's a hero. I thought it was creative, fast-paced, entertaining and with a great message for all kids who feel a little on the outside sometimes.
Sometimes, the only way to start a new life is to die.Middle grade it may be, but I really enjoyed The Lightning Thief. But he doesn’t have time to consider it all before a fire giant attacks the city, forcing him to choose between his own safety and the lives of hundreds of innocents. Stories about the gods of Asgard, wolves, and Doomsday bubble up from Magnus’s memory. The more Randolph talks, the more puzzle pieces fall into place. Randolph starts rambling about Norse history and Magnus’s birthright: a weapon that has been lost for thousands years. When Magnus tries to outmaneuver his uncle, he falls right into his clutches. One day, Magnus learns that someone else is trying to track him down-his uncle Randolph, a man his mother had always warned him about.
Ever since that terrible night two years ago when his mother told him to run, he has lived alone on the streets of Boston, surviving by his wits, staying one step ahead of the police and truant officers. Magnus Chase has seen his share of trouble.
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