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.
Most of us know the story of Cleopatra and Julius Caesar and Mark Antony. I always thought of it as this golden moment in time, never really thinking too closely on the tragedy and historical resonance of the whole situation. This book took me beyond that snapshot.
This book felt like an episode of a serial TV show like NCIS, only not quite as good. Maybe like Hawaii 5-0. Enjoyable enough characters, enough action to keep it interesting, and will be continued next week at the same day and time.
This was profiling in its infancy, and as a fan of NCIS, Blue Bloods, and other cop shows, I found that to be so enjoyable. Who was this guy? Why did he do it? How can they catch him before he kills again?
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.