It’s been years since I first read the first quintet of Percy Jackson books. (I still haven’t read the second.) I’ve been meaning to reread them for ages, though, and since I had a long weekend off work with no actual plans for the first time in… forever last weekend, I decided it was the perfect time to get cozy with a book or five.
For me, Sunday newspaper comic strips began with Calvin and Hobbes. While I hold a special fondness for Charlie Brown and crew, the story of the lovable yet distracted six-year-old Calvin grabbed me at a young age.
Even at four, I noticed a certain advanced intelligence that was not in some of the other Sunday comics my grandmother would save for me. Now, on the evening of her funeral, I am compelled to focus on the character that she once said I reminded her so much of. I hope I can do the topic justice.