And so but also, something is rotten in the mount of Olympus and Zeus’ lightning bolt is missing and this is a Really Big Deal and is going to start WWIII unless someone finds it. Exeunt Percy on quest with assortment of unlikely helpers.
I totally get why these are beloved of middle-graders the world over. Buildings explode, shoes have wings, and math teachers are vaporized. I see what all the fuss is about.
At the same time, I am not twelve, and Riordan panders to twelve-year-olds in a way that Rowling, say, or Pullman does not. There isn’t much here to tease the brain-palate; this is the nuggets-and-fries of literature. Which there is totally a time and place for, and I’m not saying Percy and the Jackson 5 isn’t good, it’s just not great and there are plenty of other great books out there that I have to wade through a bunch of tripe to get to.
So! Would I give this to my nephew if I had a 12-year-old nephew right now? Hells yes. Am I compelled to pick up the next in the series? Ehhhhno.