I read this in preparation for NaNoWriMo. I originally thought about writing a Young Adult mystery, and wanted to do some research into the genre. I loved Trixie as a kid. I may have loved Trixie more than I loved Nancy Drew, and that’s saying a lot.
When I was in High School, our teacher assigned a book of mythology. I think I was a Sophmore, and I’m pretty sure my teacher was one of those coaches who showed up for a year and did his time before moving on to a larger school in a larger town. An argument could be made that these teachers left for public schools because we could be difficult. Personally, I think we would have been far better behaved if books like Rick Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians existed instead of the yawn-fest we were assigned. Whoever compiled that book of myths had to work really hard to make it so boring.
Magnus Chase is a homeless kid living on the streets of Boston when he is attacked by a fantastic creature. He finds out that is related to a Norse god, and that his destiny is bound to either saving or ending the world. Armed with a magical sword, loyal friends, sarcasm, and a undying love of falafel, he rolls with it. And adventure ensues.
I’ve read books narrated by animals before, and they veer quickly into cutesy or too sentient. Quinn somehow avoids both pitfalls. In fact, his easily distracted narrator actually adds to the story.
There wasn’t anything wrong with this book. The backstory is complete and believable. The characters are as believable as possible in this sort of story.
I often find juvenile fiction to be better written than fiction for adults. This book does nothing to disabuse me of that notion.