demigods of olympus interactive adventure chapter 2

DEMIGODS OF OLYMPUS INTERACTIVE ADVENTURE CHAPTER 2 SERIES

And who can say no to a kid that looks THIS cool reading books? Unfortunately for me, when my son saw the Camp Half-Blood backpack filled with Percy Jackson goodies, he claimed them as his own. So when a package arrived last week with some fun Camp Half-Blood summertime goodies, I secretly wanted to keep them all for myself. Watching him enjoy the books inspired me to read the series, too.

DEMIGODS OF OLYMPUS INTERACTIVE ADVENTURE CHAPTER 2 SERIES

We’re doing it all with Percy Jackson this summer!Īs a mother, I hold Percy Jackson very close to my heart because I credit the Percy Jackson series for getting my older son into reading. There’s no better time than the summer to discover a new favorite series, rediscover an old love, or simply dive into a good book. Note: affiliate codes used within post.Īs a member of the Percy Pack, I have the inside scoop on exciting Percy Jackson news….and giveaways!īe sure to enter my giveaway to win a Percy Jackson and the Olympians 10th Anniversary Box Set! Promotional products have been received in exchange for my participation.

“If this demigod gig doesn’t work out, maybe we can take our show on the road.Calling all Percy Jackson fans (old, new, and undiscovered)! I am thrilled to be a part of the Percy Pack Ambassadorship as we celebrate the 10 year anniversary of Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightning Thief this summer. I laughed and shoved all of the bills into my pockets. “…eighty-four…eighty-five…eighty-six…eighty-seven! Sam, we killed it! We made eighty-seven dollars!” I shouted, then hugged him, immediately regretting it as his wet goat scent clung to me. I started counting, putting each dollar into the hat. I gave the limes to a couple of gaping kids, scooped up all the cash, and ran over to Sam. By the time I heard Sam singing “When the Saints Go Marching In” at the top of his lungs, it was literally overflowing with money. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that bills were piling up in my hat. Each lime seemed to hover in the air, allowing me more than enough time to grab it. I got into the zone, getting better and better as the minutes flew by.

A few other people stopped to check me out, and I said, “Money helps!” They laughed and put some change into my hat. I juggled and juggled and he started clapping. He picked it up and handed it back to me, so I started again. “Come and get your juggling!”Ī kid in a stained Cirque du Soleil shirt walked up and watched me for a few seconds until I dropped one of the limes. “Juggling!” I shouted, unable to keep the smile off my face. Soon, I was keeping it going for ten or twenty seconds at a time…then longer. I dropped the fruit a few times, but then I managed to get through one rotation without dropping. Toss one piece of fruit from the right hand into the air, then the lime from the left, then the third lime from the right hand while catching the second. I picked up the third lime and started slowly. Maybe this demigod thing was good for something.… It felt strangely simple, like the limes were almost moving in slow motion. I did that a few times, then I did it with two, tossing them gently from hand to hand. I placed the hat and one of the limes on the ground in front of me, then tossed one of the fruits into the air and caught it. I used the rest of the change in my pocket to buy three limes (apples and melons seemed too big) and hefted them as I walked to the corner. About halfway down the block, I saw a man selling fruit from a cart: apples, melons, limes, coconuts. As he clopped over, I tucked the hat under my arm and looked around for something to juggle. “You need it more than I do,” he said, then he took off his new hat and gave it to me. “If anything goes wrong, or the cops come, I’ll sing, um, ‘When the Saints Go Marching In.’ That’ll be our time-to-go cue.” Sam looked around, then pointed to an empty spot near some brightly painted canvases. Artists had leaned paintings against the fence to attract passersby. The stretch of sidewalk to the left of the main square was littered with small folding tables where psychics and tarot card readers sat. A gothic-looking cathedral towered over everything, just behind a green-tinged statue of Andrew Jackson (he waved his hat at us).

The main park area, surrounded by a wrought-iron fence, was enormous and perfectly landscaped. “It’s worth a try.” He led us down to Jackson Square. Sam cocked his head and looked at me curiously for a moment. “I honestly don’t know what else I could do.” “Well, maybe people will appreciate the effort,” I said. “Can you do it without dropping the balls?” Sam wrinkled his nose like he smelled sewage. I thought back to all of the street performers I’d seen over the years: break dancers, magicians, guitarists, mimes…none of which was something I could do. I was sure that if I tried to sing or dance, we would end up owing money. I racked my brain, trying to come up with something I could do.

Demigods of olympus interactive adventure chapter 2