nothing makes me happier than knowing that young disabled kids are going to watch pjo and find themselves in these characters and in this world the same way i did when i was young and undiagnosed
Chalice of the Gods is for US! The og Percy Jackson fans who’ve been here since the beginning, who’ve stuck around for almost two decades of these books.
This book had so many themes about your age it was wild.
Uncle Rick is talking to us, the older fans who are still clinging to childhood, reading the books for a sense of nostalgia that will lead you nowhere.
That was the whole point of the Hebe storyline in the book, to show us that while childhood nostalgia can be nice for a while, ultimately we will grow old and there’s no stopping it. So we need to embrace the change!
Obviously he doesn’t want us to stop reading his books, but he also wants us to remember that it’s okay to grow up, it’s okay not to be a kid anymore
That instead of wrestling with Old Age, we need to embrace it
Sunny watching her dad do so much for other people and wanting to make sure he knows he’s loved in return and going out of her way to make his birthday special for him and going to every single person to have them write about how much they care for him after he thought that no one did and-
“In art I came top of the form and I was glad because although I had accepted defeat in a very wide range of subjects, I had always wanted to be best at something.
And on the basis of proficiency with paint and paper, at the age of sixteen, and before sitting for what was then the School Certificate examination, I wrote home and asked to be taken away from school so that I could become a dress designer.
This caused a great deal of distress. The masters at Wrekin naturally thought it was ruinous to leave school without a single qualification and there was, to their minds, nothing less manly than dress designing.
My father agreed, and he had an additional anxiety, for he believed such a job would not only not pay enough, but, worse, could lead me into unemployment. Thus, I did not become one.
Although I knew good design from bad, though I could create dresses and draw them, though to be a dress designer was all I wanted to be, I went - in that curiously illogical way of the son and heir - into the family business for which I neither cared nor in which I expected to succeed.”