My dad has given me many gifts, but my all-time favorite is a copy of Edith Hamilton’s “Mythology,” which I got for my 10th birthday. I’d spend nights poring over the book: wondering what Cupid and Psyche look like, getting teary-eyed over the death of brave Patroclus in the Trojan war, thinking about which Greek goddess I’d most like to be (Athena).
This should explain, then, why I’m so hooked on Rick Riordan’s novels about Greek, Roman, and Egyptian demigods. The books were basically written for teenagers, but I devour them like I would red velvet cupcakes. Percy Jackson is my hero the way Harry Potter is to…well, Harry Potter lovers.