I recently read The Lighting Theif, by Rick Riordan. It is the not-so-stunning start to a series of books with one of the lamest plotlines I have ever had the misfortune to read. It goes something like this: Percy Jackson is a normal half-god kid with dyslexia. First his math teacher tries to kill him, then some guy who is half-cow. Then it turns out someone stole a really powerful weapon from the king of the greek gods (who are real), so they blame him for no reason. He goes on a "quest" to find the weapon and almost gets gobbled up by monsters. Then he almost gets gobbled up by a giant who is currently chopped up into a million bite-sized peices. Go figure! Then he fights the god of dead people and the god of war right in a row and somehow beats them both. The End.
You see what I mean about this book being terrible? It has the worst plotline ever, if you can even call it a plotline. It makes you wonder what drugs Rick Riordan was on when he wrote this (terrible) book.
