The Lightning Thief (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #1)

by Rick Riordan

But if you recognize yourself in these pages—if you feel something stirring inside—stop reading immediately. You might be one of us.

You should’ve seen him run when it was enchilada day in the cafeteria.

Grover tried to calm me down. “It’s okay. I like peanut butter.”

“Poseidon,” said Chiron. “Earthshaker, Stormbringer, Father of Horses. Hail, Perseus Jackson, Son of the Sea God.”

I thought about that as we waited for the ghouls to pass. I pretended not to see Annabeth wipe a tear from her cheek as she listened to the mournful keening of Cerberus in the distance, longing for his new friend.