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Dude Review: The Lost Hero

by Richard

The ancient gods of Western civilization have withdrawn from the world following the epic events detailed in the Camp Half-Blood books, starring Percy Jackson (son of Poseidon), by author Rick Riordan.

Of course, just because the gods say they’ve withdrawn from their interactions with mortals, well, that doesn’t make it true. Knowing those gods as we do, through myth, legend and a great series of books, we can be pretty sure there’s still some godly meddling going on.

And there is.

In The Lost Hero, the first book of a new series called The Heroes of Olympus, we’re introduced to a whole bunch of new main characters, most notably Jason, a half-blood demi-god with little to no memory of his past, a strange tattoo on his arm, and a metaphorical target plastered on his back.

For now, let’s all get down on our knees and thank those self-same gods that Rick Riordan is back with another book set in the same universe as the magnificently wonderful Percy Jackson and the Olympians books. This truly is a cause for celebration. To me, the Percy Jackson books are what Harry Potter would have liked to have been if he had any ambition at all. They’re full of fantastically complex characters, fast plotting, tight action scenes and genuine emotional heft. These are books that all young dudes would love to read or have read to them.

Both my oldest (Sarcasmo) and youngest (Hyper Lad) young dudes loved these books. Zippy the Monkey Boy, who’s of the opinion that a book without pictures is a waste of paper, preferred to read the graphic novel version and leave it at that. His loss.

Anyway. Back to the book.

Riordan takes a bit of a chance with this book, consigning as he does, Percy Jackson to, if not limbo, then at least the literary equivalent thereof. That is, Percy Jackson does NOT star in these books. He’s talked about and missed, but he’s not actually on stage. The main player here is Jason, who’s memory begins on the back of a school bus on his way to a class trip with two people who may or may not be his girlfriend and best friend.

The action here is fast and furious, starting early and pausing only to let the reader catch his breath before barreling headlong into another adventure.

Jason, you see, isn’t like the other children of the gods who inhabit Camp Half Blood. In fact, his appearance at the summer camp for the children of the gods causes quite a bit of consternation among the staff there, and not a little bit of fear. But what is it about Jason’s very existence and attendance at the camp that’s causing this level of panic?

That, dudes, is the question. And it’s got a great answer. (Of course I had it figured out, but, then again, this is written with the younger dudes in mind. The fact that I and most other older dudes can enjoy it is just a happy bit of synchronicity.)

The Lost Hero is a fantastic read. If you’ve got a young dude or dudette who is even the tiniest bit interested in Greek and Roman mythology, likes fantastic adventure and well-developed characters, then you must get this book. Without question, this rates five (5) dudes out of five.

Buy it. Read it. Enjoy it. Then suffer along with me until the next book in the series comes out.

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A Day For Fathers

by Richard

Well, it’s time to start compiling all the lists, searching the catalogs and finally getting all the stuff we’ve lusted for over the last year. Yep, that’s right. We’re just under a month away from Father’s Day.

It’s believed that the first Father’s Day was celebrated in 1910 in Spokane, Washington. So, I guess something good finally did come out of Washington to balance out the weeping pustule that is Starbucks culture. This year, we’ll all be looking forward to June 20.

As I’m sure you all know, Father’s Day is the day when we receive all the cool gadgets and loving thoughts that are often experienced, but not as often expressed.

It’s the day when Father Claus drives up in his big Range Rover pulled by the power of a 1000 horses and unloads all those presents in the old football jersey we hang from the fireplace mantle. Ah, I can’t wait for the exotic gifts sure to be so lovingly given.

Just like last year. The, uh. . . The, ah. . . The small sample bottles of cologne. The ties, even though I don’t actually wear them anymore. Those lovely days when the little dudes were even littler and I used to get ashtrays, even though I never smoked. Although those did come in useful as paperweights and, later, when the little dudes weren’t so little, as flying objects aimed by one little dude at the other.

I, well, you know what. I don’t think any of that stuff I mentioned previously is going to happen. Again. I just keep hoping that if I mention it enough, it might come true. If I only believe hard enough, I’ll get what I want.

Hey. I mean, it worked for Tinkerbell, right?

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