So…

The thing is, I had read the first two books in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. After finishing the Sea of Monsters, I kinda got bored, not with the series (please don’t make the mistake of thinking like that, Rick Riordan books are simply amazing), but with everything, you know, with life, with how it sucks, blah, blah. So I put off finishing the series for quite a while.

Then, so happened, these past few days, I got bored again, not the “depressed” kind of bored, but the “bored” bored, you get the picture. So I rummaged through my collection of eBooks and another Riordan book series caught my attention. The sequel to the Percy Jackson original series which is the Heroes of Olympus series, so yeah.

To get the story – or review? Whatever! – short, I finished the series in a few days. The series is simply amazing. After reading the first installation, I thought that was my favorite, until I started reading the next, which immediately became my favorite. So that happened for the rest of the books, that to make things easier, I would just say all the five books are my favorites.

Why I’m writing this? I don’t know. I’m not really into writing book reviews or stuff. People just don’t care and I don’t care, as well. But I just can’t get over about one thing about the series that I felt the need to write about it, or I go insane.

Nico di Angelo.

I love all the characters in Percy Jackson’s world, but Nico di Angelo – I just like saying his name completely – speaks the loudest to me. We are alike in a lot of things, in almost everything maybe except one thing. I am not a son of Hades. Which sucks.

I’ve read quite a number of books and series, but I’d never met anyone like him. He’s dark, struggling but coping awfully just fine, feels like he doesn’t belong, and prefers the darkness of solitude. And there’s that one thing as well, which I shouldn’t be explicitly writing about. I leave that to Nico to speak about. So, yeah.

So, why am I writing this? I don’t know. But these past few days, I was disillusioned and disoriented. I walked into the light, let people in, and rejoined society. So needless to say, I went haywire (is haywire even an adjective?) and messed up and troubled inside. My sense of identity got confused with how people thought I was. Silly me, really. But Nico di Angelo reminded me of my darkness that has always been my strength. I’m dark unlike everyone else and it’s okay. I just hoped that one day… No, never mind.

For the third time, why am I writing this? Hell, I really don’t know. I apologize for the time you spent reading this one shitty piece of a post. And okay, thank you.

So…