Author: econnet

 

     The Lightning Thief is the first book in a series called Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Percy Jackson is a 12 year old boy on the verge of being expelled– again. But during a field trip that has promised to be boring, he finds himself confronted with mythological monsters and eventually the gods of Mount Olympus. Unfortunately,  when Zeus’s master lightning bolt is stolen he becomes the prime suspect.

I was first introduced to this book while working as an intern in a third grade classroom. The teacher would read this book to his students if there were a few extra minutes between transitions times, such as before being dismissed for the day or before going to specials. I, as well as the other children in the class, became fascinated by the book’s language and suspense.

 

Here is a Snippet from the first chapter:

     “Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood.
       If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
      Being a half-blood is dangerous. It’s scary. Most of the time, it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways.
      If you’re a normal kid, reading this because you think it’s fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe that none of this ever happened.
      But if you recognize yourself in these pages– if you feel something stirring inside– stop reading immediately. You might be one of us. And once you know that, it’s only a matter of time before they sense it too, and they’ll come for you.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

 

      My name is Percy Jackson.
I’m twelve years old. Until a few months ago, I was a boarding student at Yancy Academy, a private school for troubled kids in upstate New York.
Am I a troubled kid?
Yeah. You could say that.

    I could start at any point in my short miserable life to prove it, but things really started going bad last May, when our sixth-grade class took a field trip to Manhattan– twenty-eight mental-case kids and two teachers on a yellow school bus, heading to the Metropolitan Museum of Art to look at ancient Greek and Roman stuff.
I know– it sounds like torture. Most Yancy field trips were.

   But Mr. Brunner, our Latin teacher, was leading this trip, so I had hopes.
   Mr. Brunner was a middle-aged guy in a motorized wheelchair. He had thinning hair and a scruffy beard and a frayed tweed jacket, which always smelled like coffee. You wouldn’t think he’d be cool, but he told stories and jokes and let us play games in class. He also had this awesome collection of Roman armor and weapons, so he was the only teacher whose class didn’t put me to sleep.

I hoped the trip would be okay. At least, I hoped that for once I wouldn’t get in trouble.

Boy, was I wrong.”

Eileen C.