Magnus Chase has always been a troubled kid. Since his mother’s mysterious death, he’s lived alone on the streets of Boston, surviving by his wits, keeping one step ahead of the police and the truant officers.
One day, he’s tracked down by a man he’s never met—a man his mother claimed was dangerous. The man tells him an impossible secret: Magnus is the son of a Norse god.
The Viking myths are true. The gods of Asgard are preparing for war. Trolls, giants and worse monsters are stirring for doomsday. To prevent Ragnarok, Magnus must search the Nine Worlds for a weapon that has been lost for thousands of years.
When an attack by fire giants forces him to choose between his own safety and the lives of hundreds of innocents, Magnus makes a fatal decision.
Sometimes, the only way to start a new life is to die . . .
Rick Riordan ~my bae~ is releasing a new book??!?!?!?!?!
(Editor’s Note: WARNING! SPOILERS AHEAD! You have been warned. Continue, if you must. If you’d rather read the book before reading the rest of the review, place a hold on it here).
Seriously, though. Riordan’s Percy Jackson & the Olympians series is one of my all-time favorites. Magnus Chase, however, was… sub-par. While I was reading the book, I found it surprisingly easy to get sidetracked. To put it frankly, The Sword of Summer was dull.
This time around, it seemed that Riordan was rushing into things too quickly. No, not the breakneck speed of The Heroes of Olympus. Throughout the novel, I hardly learned anything about the Norse gods. However, I did learn plenty of loooooong Norse names of minor characters (which Magnus proceeds to mispronounce. Every. Single. Time).
It seemed to be a recurring theme to have ~many~ similarities to Riordan’s previous books. Magnus Chase had the same voice as Jason Grace and Percy Jackson and told the same awkward dad jokes (which were occasionally hilarious).
Riordan also used the same tricks he used in the other novels to give the hero less time on his quest. Really? They sleep for a day straight. Hmm. At least they didn’t stay at the Lotus Hotel and Casino.
And don’t even get me started on the climax. It was, well, ANTICLIMACTIC! After I read the scene, all I could think was, Is this is the real climax? When is something actually going to happen?
The final battle took approximately two seconds and everything was wrapped up in a nice little bow with minimal casualties. Hoo-rah. Even Riordan’s trademark cliffhanger was weak. Oh, Loki is lying and two-timing Magnus? What’s new?
But hey, I did like some of what happened.
I like how the book started off with Magnus getting killed. It was refreshingly unique.
I liked the character development. Blitzen and Samirah were fairly well-developed and I have adopted Hearthstone. He belongs to me now.
My sweet, poor, deaf elf baby.
And of course, I loved the chapter titles. My personal favorite- “Hearthstone Passes Out Even More than Jason Grace (Though I Have No Idea Who That Is)”
Final verdict: Although it had some redeeming factors, Riordan’s new novel felt rushed, was anticlimactic, and was overly similar to his previous books.
Final rating: ★★★✰✰
And, to wrap everything up-
My favorite quotes:
“Could you do a glamour and turn into something smaller?” I asked it. “Preferably not a chain, since it’s no longer the 1990s?”
The sword didn’t reply (duh), but I imagined it was humming at a more interrogative pitch, like, Such as what?
“I dunno. Something pocket-size and innocuous. A pen, maybe?”
The sword pulsed, almost like it was laughing. I imagined it saying, A pen sword. That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“I am Hel,” she agreed. “Sometimes called Hela, though most mortals dare not speak my name at all. No jokes, Magnus Chase? Who the Hel are you? What the Hel do you want? You look Hela bad. I was expecting more bravado.”