As I sit down and bring out my Percy Jackson story to read while riding the bus to work, I notice the young gentleman beside me. He's about 13, also reading a book, and seems to be deep into it. I pay no notice other than that for a while as I delve in to monsters and greek mythology alongside Percy. Percy is on a quest and being a demigod, or halfblood, he is always attracting monsters. Oh how I love mythology, even when it's written for teenagers and perhaps even warped a little to enhance certain characters. It doesn't matter I love it.
Ok, so I'm reading along and I glance over to see what the boy beside me is enjoying this fine morning. I wonder if perhaps he's reading the same as me. We can share some Percy stories. Not even close.
Voltaire - Candide!?
I chuckle silently and shake my head at the lovely situation. I'm reading a teen novel; he's reading 17th century philosophy. Granted he's told to read it by the school no doubt, however, the irony of it is just incredible.
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