The first story of Percy (Perseus) Jackson, son of a Greek god who had an affair with a mortal woman. In H. Potter style, Percy doesn’t know who he is until 6th grade, when many bizarre and possibly magical things get set off around him. His mother disappears and he must take refuge at Camp Half-blood, a place for all the demigods in the land to learn heroics and play capture the flag.
I’m going to be Captain Obvious and say that anyone mourning the end of the H. Potter series will probably find a happy distraction in P. Jackson. It’s irreverent, goofy, and has a few twists that I didn’t see coming. Plus, the greek mythology stuff is just plain wonderful.
Good job, Rick Riordan.