The Mark of Athena

The big kids have been consumed by Rick Riordan books and Mythology for quite awhile now. It started with “The Lightning Thief,” which Zoe and I were introduced to thanks to book club.

Monkey convinced The Buster he had to read it, and they have worked their way through all the books in all the series.

Monkey came rushing down to me last week, “Mom, can you please order The Mark of Athena for us? Zachary and I are going to split the cost from our allowance.”

We ordered it, and it shipped two-day, and for the next two days they both kept saying things like, “How long until it gets here?” or, “I can’t wait for Friday.” or, “I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

The book arrived late morning on Friday, and they dived right in.

For awhile they tried to read it at the same time:

But they ended up with Monkey reading it all the way, and Buster is proceeding at a more leisurely pace.

I think of the day the final Harry Potter came out. UPS and Amazon promised to deliver the millions of pre-orders on the opening day. My copy arrived late morning, and the rest of the day floated away as I disappeared into the woods with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

I’m so thankful the children have found that same connection with books.