I recently just finished reading The Lightning Thief by Rick Riordan, and for a book written primarily for middle-school aged boys, I can honestly say, that as twenty-year-old female, I thoroughly enjoyed it.
So, here’s the thing: As I know I have mentioned before, I’m the kind of girl who always, always, ALWAYS reads a book before I see the movie, but I broke my rule, not intentionally though. While I was home over Christmas break, Percy Jackson & The Lightning Thief (the movie) premiered on Cartoon Network. I didn’t plan on watching it, but 1. I only have basic cable in my room; 2. Not much else was on; and 3. Logan Lerman is SUCH a cutie! But that’s not the point. I watched the movie before reading the book, but that’s because I wasn’t, at that time, actually planning on reading the books. It was just by chance that I went into the local bookstore, and they had the whole PJ series. (I ended up getting the first three books for $5.83 – used, of course).
What’s the verdict?
Having seen the movie first (and I guess I should say that I didn’t see the whole movie), I liked it. I wasn’t critical of it because I didn’t know what to look for or what shouldn’t have been there, so while the movie left much out and changed some things around, I think it got the story across pretty well:
Percy goes to the museum with his wheelchaired god of a teacher. Grover is there. Mrs. Dodds attacked him. (I watched the trailer and that thing was FREAKY.) Idk how he ends up at Half-Blood Hill/Camp Half-Blood, but he got there. Annabeth was a brunette (though she’ll be blond in The Sea of Monsters, and I guess I should mention that all the actors were older). There was the whole capture the flag game, but I’m pretty sure no Clarisse (though, she’ll be in the sequel but not quite as scary). I believe Ares was left out of the entire plot, and when reading the book, I almost thought that the whole Luke thing (with him stealing the bolt) wasn’t even in the book (but you’ve gotta read to the very end).
Some distinct differences that I noticed:
1. Uma Thurman playing Medusa. The book described her as more of a middle eastern looking woman, which is not UT. At all. Idk how or even if Medusa was physically described pre-Gorgon, and I can’t imagine what she may have looked like.
2. The kids had to find the magic transportation pearls instead of just getting them from the sea lady/naiad messenger woman.
3. The whole hydra at Athena’s temple thing (I think . . . it may have been elsewhere). I don’t really know what that was all about. I know the magic pearl was in Athena’s headband, but the hydra was just . . . And Percy used the shoes Luke gave him to get the pearl, but they didn’t have the same purpose as in the book because, boom: no mention of Kronos at all. No Tartarus either, but the rising of Kronos is apparently the main focus of the next movie (and the whole book series).
I may be not remembering things correctly, but it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen the movie . . .
4. The fight between Luke and Percy on the Empire State Building was kinda corny. The graphics weren’t that great either.
5. Kevin McKidd as Poseidon? No lie, I wasn’t upset because K. McKidd is one sexy mother hubbard, but that didn’t make much sense to me. Sean Bean as Zeus . . . The gods were all portrayed in the movie as youngish–well maybe more middle-aged–but I imagined Zeus more like a young version of President Snow, yes from The Hunger Games (Donald Sutherland). However, more times than not, when I imagine a character in my head, I’m usually wrong. However, when Percy does go to Olympus in the movie, all the gods are there, but only Zeus and Poseidon are there in the book. And they were all wearing togas (way to be stereotypical) instead of Zeus being dressed like the CEO of some Fortune 500 company and Poseidon dressed like a fisherman.
But all-in-all, the movie was enjoyable– pre-reading the book. I’ll probably go see The Sea of Monsters if I have the chance. I enjoyed the book. I can’t wait to dive into the next one, but I don’t know if I’ll watch a movie before reading the book again. There were a lot of things that were spoiled, but there was also a lot that the movie didn’t portray which made reading the book still somewhat of an adventure. So, if you’re looking for a quick read and like Greek mythology, I give two thumbs up!
“Alright, Gabe, you’re up. What’ll it be’ truth or dare?”
Melanie steepled her fingers over her mouth looking contemplative. “Interesting … What do we all wanna know about Gabriel?”
“I’m not that interesting of a person,” Gabe said in response.
“We’ll be the judge of that, thank you very much! Guys! I need ideas!”
Tabby leaned over and whispered in Melanie’s ear. Melanie shook her head.
“No. Not juicy enough.”
Melanie sat thinking for a few moments and was just about to ask Gabriel a question when her phone buzzed. She quickly scanned the text she’d just received and a mischievous grin spread across her face. She looked across the room at Brea and said, “That’s why you’re my best friend.”
Brea shook her head and pointed to Renee. “It actually wasn’t my idea.”
Melanie shrugged and said, “Well, I guess I found a new best friend.”
Brea scoffed while Renee smiled and clapped. Melanie threw her hand and said, “You’ll get over it,” before turning back to Gabriel.
“So Gabe, Melanie started.
“Yes . . . ” he said hesitantly.
“What’s the naughtiest thing you’ve ever done or thought about doing with Chachi?”
Caught off guard, Gabriel’s faced scrunched up in confusion. He shook his head and asked, “What?”
“Gabe,” Chachi started, “You don’t have to–”
“Shut up, Chach! Answer the question, Gabe.” Melanie smiled.
Arms crossed across her chest looking thoroughly pissed, “Yeah, answer the question, Gabe,” Leah said.
Gabriel shook his head, “Nothing. I mean, I gave her a kiss on the forehead once, but I’d highly call that naughty or scandalous.”
“Seriously? You’ve never thought about kissing her or seeing her naked?” Melanie pushed.
“Technically, that’s three questions, but no. Chachi’s my best friend. Why does there have to be more to our story?”
“I guess there doesn’t have to be, but it would have made for one hell of story if there was.”
“Whatever,” Gabriel said. “I’m officially out of this game.” He got up and walked into the kitchen.
“Boo! You’re no fun!” Melanie called after him.
Leah got up to follow, but Chachi beat her to it.
“Let me talk to him first, Leah. I’m sorry for my friends’ lack of indiscretion.” Chachi shot a death glare at Melanie. Leah sat back down as Chachi turned toward the kitchen.
When she walked in, Gabriel had just finished downing a shot of Jim Beam and was in the process of pouring another.
“Whoa,” Chachi said. “Did they shake up you up that badly?”
Gabriel downed his second shot. “No.”
“Then what was that for?”
“Besides the fact that Leah’s gonna tear me a new one when we leave here for even hesitating to answer that question? I was hoping the shot would help assuage my somewhat guilty conscious.”
Chachi lifted an eyebrow. “About what?”
Gabriel looked into Chachi’s eyes hoping to say what his mouth couldn’t.
“About the lie I told in there,” he whispered.
“Which one?” Chachi asked as she took a step closer to him even though she was pretty sure she already knew the answer to her question.
His eyes continued to search hers. He shook his head slightly. Chachi averted her eyes.
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve thought about us . . . about that . . . I mean, how could I not? You’re funny and sweet and I can talk to you about anything, and God! You’re gorgeous.”
“But you’re not dating anyone, Chach.”
Looking back up at Gabriel, Chachi started, “But I know that you are; that’s gotta be just as bad.” She dropped her eyes again, “I keep thinking that if you kissed me, you’d realize . . .”
Gabriel took a step closer; he placed his finger under Chachi’s chin and gently lifted her face. He ducked his head to look into her eyes. Their faces were inches apart.
She searched his eyes, his face, for any indication that what she was about to say could result in anything other than what she had wanted for so long. His full attention was on her, and there was something about the way he was looking at her that gave her the courage to say what she was thinking. She dropped her eyes to his lips.
“I guess you’ll just have to kiss me to fi–”
Before she could finish her statement, his mouth was covering hers. One hand was in her hair, the other wrapped around her waist pulling her as close as he possible could. Chachi could feel his tongue slip into her mouth; she met his movements with her own, grabbing fists of his shirt. An indiscernible sound escaped from his throat before he pulled back, both arms wrapping around her, his breath labored; he rested his forehead against hers. He leaned in to give her another lingering kiss before he said, “Dear Lord.”
If you’ve ever had a baby or seen a woman have a baby, you known or could only possibly imagine what the pain must be like. However, what this left me wondering is was this more painful for the men because there bodies weren’t prepped for this, not having gone through nine months of pregnancy or is childbirth ultimately this painful for all women, give or take their pain tolerance?