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.
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.