Read The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians #0) online free from your iPhone, iPad, android, Pc, Mobile. The Lightning Thief is a Fantasy novel. Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. I never asked to be the son of a Greek God. He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.
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Book 1. The Lightning Thief. Twelve-year-old Percy Jackson is on the most dangerous quest of his life. With the help of a satyr and a daughter of Athena, Percy. THE LIGHTNING THIEF. Percy Jackson and the Olympians – Book 1 . statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery. It blew my mind that. I saw Mr. Brunner sitting under his red umbrella, reading his book, as if he'd I defy you to find any American city where the Olympians are not prominently.
And before that, at my fourth-grade school, when we took a behind-the-scenes tour of the Marine World shark pool, I sort of hit the wrong lever on the catwalk and our class took an unplanned swim. And the time before that.
Well, you get the idea. All the way into the city, I put up with Nancy Bobofit, the freckly red-headed kleptomaniac girl, hitting my best friend, Grover, in the back of the head with chunks of peanut butter-and-ketchup sandwich.
Grover was an easy target.
He was scrawny. He cried when he got frustrated. On top of all that, he was crippled. He had a note excusing him from PE for the rest of his life because he had some kind of muscular disease in his legs. The headmaster had threatened me with death-by-inschool-suspension if anything bad, embarrassing, or even mildly entertaining happened on this trip.
Grover tried to calm me down. I like peanut butter. Mr Brunner led the museum tour. He rode up front in his wheelchair, guiding us through the big echoey galleries, past marble statues and glass cases full of really old black-and-orange pottery.
He gathered us around a four-metre-tall stone column with a big sphinx on the top, and started telling us how it was a grave marker, a stele , for a girl about our age. He told us about the carvings on the sides. I was trying to listen to what he had to say, because it was kind of interesting, but everybody around me was talking, and every time I told them to shut up, the other teacher chaperone, Mrs Dodds, would give me the evil eye.
Mrs Dodds was this little maths teacher from Georgia who always wore a black leather jacket, even though she was fifty years old.
She looked mean enough to ride a Harley right into your locker. She had come to Yancy halfway through the year, when our last maths teacher had a nervous breakdown. I looked at the carving, and felt a flush of relief, because I actually recognized it. So, um, Kronos ate them, right? But his wife hid baby Zeus, and gave Kronos a rock to eat instead. At least Nancy got in trouble, too. Mr Brunner was the only one who ever caught her saying anything wrong.
He had radar ears. The gods defeated their father, sliced him to pieces with his own scythe, and scattered his remains in Tartarus, the darkest part of the Underworld. Mrs Dodds, would you lead us back outside?
The class drifted off, the girls holding their stomachs, the guys pushing each other around and acting like doofuses.
I expect you to treat it as such.
I will accept only the best from you, Percy Jackson. I mean, sure, it was kind of cool on tournament days, when he dressed up in a suit of Roman armour and shouted: But Mr Brunner expected me to be as good as everybody else, despite the fact I have dyslexia and attention deficit disorder and I had never made above a C- in my life.
The class gathered on the front steps of the museum, where we could watch the foot traffic along Fifth Avenue. I figured maybe it was global warming or something, because the weather all across New York state had been weird since Christmas.
Nobody else seemed to notice. Some of the guys were pelting pigeons with Lunchables crackers. Grover and I sat on the edge of the fountain, away from the others. I wanted so bad to jump in a taxi and head home. Mr Brunner parked his wheelchair at the base of the handicapped ramp.
He ate celery while he read a paperback novel. Her freckles were orange, as if somebody had spray-painted her face with liquid Cheetos.
I tried to stay cool. A wave roared in my ears. As soon as Mrs Dodds was sure poor little Nancy was okay, promising to get her a new shirt at the museum gift shop, etc. I stared at him, stunned.
Mrs Dodds scared Grover to death. She was standing at the museum entrance, way at the top of the steps, gesturing impatiently at me to come on. The school counsellor told me this was part of the ADHD, my brain. Halfway up the steps, I glanced back at Grover.
He was looking pale, cutting his eyes between me and Mr Brunner, like he wanted Mr Brunner to notice what was going on, but Mr Brunner was absorbed in his novel. Narrowly escaping the Underworld, Percy challenges Ares to a duel.
When the demigod wins, he gives the Helm of Darkness to the Furies; when Hades then realizes that Percy was not the thief, he returns Mrs.
Jackson to their apartment in New York. Percy takes the master bolt back to Zeus, who rewards the young hero by not killing him as his laws recommend. Percy returns to camp a hero and enjoys the rest of his summer there.
On the last day of camp, however, he goes into the woods with Luke, who reveals himself to be the real thief of the Helm and bolt, following the orders of Kronos. Kronos also manipulated power-hungry Ares into taking part in the scheme. Percy cannot believe that Luke would do such a thing, and so Luke explains his belief that the gods are irresponsible and poor leaders who must be overthrown.
He offers Percy the chance to join him, and when the other demigod does not, tries to kill him with a venomous scorpion. Percy manages to kill the arachnid, but is badly poisoned and soon faints. When he has awakened and recovered, Percy is given the choice of whether to return home for the school year or stay at camp year round. After much thought he decides to spend the school year with his mother who is no longer with Gabe after petrifying him with Medusa's head even though it will be more dangerous for him with Luke and Kronos on the loose.
Grover and Annabeth also leave the camp for the year, but promise to keep in touch with Percy. The book has a rating of 4. One is the fast-paced quest of a young hero and his friends to save the world The New York Times praised The Lightning Thief as "perfectly paced, with electrifying moments chasing each other like heartbeats".
Getting kicked out of school after school does have a way of making one think he's a screw up though. One day though on a seemingly innocent visit to the beach with his mother Percy's life changes forever.
Finding out his best friends is a satyr and being chased by the Minotaur into a camp for demigods is only the beginning of Percy Jackson's new life. Here he makes friends with children of similar parentage and finally finds himself a place where he belongs. Peace can only last for so long though once it is discovered which god has fathered Percy. Monstrous attacks begin and Percy is sent on a quest to retrieve Zeus's stolen master bolt the lightening bolt from which all other bolts are made and return it before the summer solstice to stop an all out war between the gods.
Along the way is more adventure than one boy can handle danger at every turn, and new heights of treachery. An absolutely fantastic tale marvelously woven by the author Rick Riordan. As a book written for young adults I didn't expect it to be as fun and engaging for an actual adult as it was. Move over Harry Potter because Percy Jackson could kick your butt. Smart mouthed, practical and fun Percy doesn't go looking for trouble but he was born a hero, a combination of mortal and god parentage that he can not control.
In a world where hero's are sent on quests all the time and spent their lives training Percy is a rare breath of fresh air. I often fear reading young adult books because the main characters can be whiny and immature as their audience which can get on the nerves of any adult. Amazingly Percy seems to be mostly free of self pity and angst while still staying young and believable. A fantastic book for sure that has me thanking the gods I bought the series.
Definitely worth the read! Getting kicked out of sc Percy Jackson: Book 2 9. It's not easy being a half-blood these days.