I know I haven't posted for a while, I've been sooooo busy. Being a homeschooled senior means that this is the 'catch-up-on-everything-I'm-behind-in' year. :p
But since The Blood of Olympus is coming out on Tuesday I thought I'd do a post about how this is the final book. I know we've got the Norse series coming but it just won't be the same. For the last five or six years Percy Jackson has been my life. I was like 12 or 13 when I started my journey with The Sea of Monsters (yeah, I started with the second one.) My sister and I devored all the books that were out, Lightning Thief through Battle of the Labyrinth. So we aren't fans that started with the first book and had to wait for the second. We only had to wait for The Last Olympian and every book in Heroes of Olympus. I remember reading the first book so fast. I remember Grover Unexpectedly Loses His Pants. In The Sea of Monsters I remember freaking about because Grover was missing. I remember that I really started hardcore shiping Percabeth in The Titan's Curse and feeling so many feels for Nico. I remember being scared for Luke in The Battle of the Labyrinth. And there were many tears in The Last Olympian. I remember freaking out when I read "As the first Percy Jackson series comes to a close." That was an "OMG there's going to be more" momnet.
Then we read the first chapters of The Lost Hero online and found out that Percy was freaking missing. I was so upset. But I ended up loving that book. We adventured all over again with Leo, Piper and Jason. I was wary of new characters at first but now I love them. In The Son of Neptune we cried over Percy's lost memory and totally shiped Frank and Hazel. I remember being so enraged at having to wait for the Percabeth reunion. In The Mark of Athena we set off with all of the Seven demigods together for the first time only to end with them separatted at the end. :( I cried so hard.
Then I cried more in HoH as Percy and Annabeth endured horrible hells and as painful secrets came out. (Still love you, Nico!) Now we are facing the final battle and we know that there will be death, there will be tears but hopefully there will be some sort of a happy ending.
But we've traveled so far with these demigods. Percy Jackson has been my life. Different stages of my life can be marked by which HoO book I was waiting for and different things I was freaking out about and headcannons I was coming up with. After all these years. . . it's over. This is the end of Percy Jackson. . .
On Tuesday I will hold a brand new book in my hands for the last time.
I'll break open a new story for the last time.
I'll read non-stop for the last time.
Then the adventure will end.
For the last time.
:(
