Zeus and the Thunderbolt of Doom

Joan Holub

Book - 2012

When ten-year-old Zeus is kidnapped, he discovers he can defend himself with a magical thunderbolt.

Saved in:

Children's Room Show me where

jFICTION/Holub Joan
1 / 1 copies available
Location Call Number   Status
Children's Room jFICTION/Holub Joan Checked In
New York : Aladdin 2012.
Main Author
Joan Holub (-)
Other Authors
Suzanne Williams, 1953- (-)
1st Aladdin hardcover ed
Physical Description
100 p. : ill. ; 22 cm
Contents unavailable.
Review by Booklist Review

With its tales of heroism and intrigue, Greek mythology provides the perfect fodder for engaging children in literature. Ten-year-old Zeus knows very little about his infancy and his parents, and he certainly cannot explain why he has been struck by lightning innumerable times. When he is kidnapped by Titan giants who eat humans for sport, his true Olympian powers become even harder to explain and control. After he pulls a lightning bolt from a stone, he can no longer deny his immortality, and the hilariously annoying anthropomorphic bolt becomes his sidekick. The tale is narrated by omniscient and clairvoyant Pythia, the Oracle of Delphi, whose blurry vision of the future makes for some fun wordplay. Clearly, there is some profound rewriting of classic Greek tradition in this tale, but in spite of some artistic license, it is a good primer for kids on the major players of mythology and will be equally well received among existing fans of the genre. Frequent black-and-white illustrations offer up general, action-y visual breaks.--Anderson, Erin Copyright 2010 Booklist

From Booklist, Copyright (c) American Library Association. Used with permission.
Review by School Library Journal Review

Gr 2-4-This funny chapter book retells the story of Zeus, Cronus, and the Olympians. Many kids will already be familiar with Cronus, King of the Titans, who swallows his children so that they might never steal his throne. Zeus, the youngest of the Olympians, is smuggled out to a mountaintop sanctuary, and it is from this haven that he is kidnapped by some hungry, none-too-bright giants. Along their journey to Cronus, Zeus, who has always heard voices foretelling some great destiny, is helped by a number of mythological creatures. The voices and some strange clues he finds along the way lead him to think that the Olympians trapped inside Cronus are the key to his survival, even though he doesn't know the truth about who they are. This is a fun read, casting Zeus in the role of relatable kid, and there is a nice balance between his primary goal of survival and his sense of destiny and adventure. Drawings throughout illustrate particularly dramatic scenes, but for the most part, Zeus and his world are left to readers' imaginations. The story ends with him freeing the Olympians, who he is surprised to find are kids like himself. He agrees to travel with these new friends to find the rest of the Olympians, setting up the future of the series nicely. Share this title, and likely more to come, with those still too young for Percy Jackson's adventures.-Heather Talty, formerly at Columbia Grammar & Preparatory School, New York City (c) Copyright 2012. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

(c) Copyright Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
Review by Kirkus Book Review

Promising myth-adventures aplenty, this kickoff episode introduces young Zeus, "a very special, yet clueless godboy." After 10-year-old Zeus is plucked from his childhood cave in Crete by armed "Cronies" of the Titan king, Cronus, he is rescued by harpies. He then finds himself in a Grecian temple where he acquires a lightning bolt with the general personality of a puppy and receives hints of his destiny from an Oracle with fogged eyeglasses. Recaptured and about to be eaten by Cronus, Zeus hurls the bolt down the Titan's throat--causing the king to choke and then, thanks to an alert Crony's Heimlich maneuver, to barf up several previously eaten Olympians. Spooning in numerous ingredients from the origin myth's traditional versions, the veteran authors whip up a smooth confection, spiced with both gross bits and contemporary idiom (" Eew!' a voice shrieked. This is disgusting!' ") and well larded with full-page illustrations (not seen). One thorough washing later, off marches the now-cocky lad with new allies Poseidon and Hera, to rescue more Olympians in the next episode. Readers will gobble this down and look for more, make no mythtake. (Fantasy. 9-11)]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

CHAPTER ONE Ten Years Later F LASH! LIGHTNING ZIGZAGGED DOWN from the sky. Crack! It struck a hundred-year-old oak tree and split it in half. A tremendous clap of thunder boomed overhead. "Yikes!" shouted ten-year-old Zeus. He dropped the wooden sword he'd been practicing with. Leaping out of the way of the falling tree trunk, he took off running. He had a feeling the next bolt would be aimed at him. Why? Because he'd been struck by lightning dozens of times already in his short life. A wild wind whipped through his dark hair as he raced for safety. With his heart beating faster than a hummingbird's wings, Zeus dove through the entrance of a cave. A new lightning bolt struck the dirt just outside it, barely missing his foot. Flash! Boom! The storm raged all around him as he cowered behind a boulder. This cave was his home--the only one he'd ever known. And as far back as he can remember, thunderstorms had been a daily event here in Crete. He was terrified of them. Who wanted to be hit by lightning after all? It tossed you into the air and rattled your brain. He ought to know! But that wasn't the scariest part. Each time he'd been struck, he'd heard a voice murmuring to him, "You are the one." What could it mean? Another flash of lightning sliced through the clouds, followed by rumbling thunder. Rain lashed the ground. It flattened the grasses in front of the cave and churned the dirt to mud. But then, as suddenly as it had begun, the thunderstorm moved off. Clouds lifted, the sun came out, and the earth began to dry again. Feeling braver now, Zeus stuck his thumbs in his ears and wiggled his fingers. "Nyah, nyah, you missed me," he taunted toward the sound of distant thunder. Nearby he heard the clanking sound of a bell followed by a bleat. Maa! A goat trotted into view. "Amalthea!" He threw his arms around the goat's neck, glad to see her unharmed. Moments later a nymph slipped free of a slender willow tree and scampered over to milk the goat. When she finished, she wordlessly handed Zeus a rich, creamy cup of milk. He drank it down in a single gulp, then nodded to her in thanks. Stomp! Stomp! Stomp! The ground beneath them began to shake. It sounded like a whole army was heading their way. The nymph's eyes went wide. "Hide!" Zeus hissed. He fled to the cave again while she leaped into the willow. Merging with its trunk and branches, she went invisible. Peeking out from behind the boulder, Zeus was relieved to see that Amalthea was nowhere in sight. He hoped she would stay away until this new danger passed. Before long, three men marched into the clearing. Half-giants, by the look of them. They were so tall that their heads were even with the top of the nymph's willow. Yet they weren't as tall as a true Titan giant. True giants stood as tall as oaks! These half-giants wore polished helmets and carried spears. Two letters were carved on their iron helmets and armor: KC. Which stood for "King Cronus." Which meant they were Cronies--soldiers working for the Titan king. Zeus shuddered. Cronies terrorized the countryside, stealing money and food from farmers and villagers. Anyone who resisted was dragged off to a dungeon--or worse. He cringed lower in his hiding place. One of the half-giants, a Crony with a double chin, scratched his big round belly. He gazed down the mountainside. "Lots of apple orchards down there," he said. "Should be easy pickings." A black-bearded Crony laughed. "Especially since we can force the farmers to do the picking for us!" Zeus trembled with anger. Half of him was ready to tell those half-giants off. But the other half was too chicken. Besides, what could he do? He was only a kid. They'd crush him like a bug under their humongous sandals! He'd heard tales of others who'd tried to fight and had failed. Now everyone pretty much bowed down to the Cronies. It beat getting stomped. Maa! Maa! Suddenly he heard the faint ringing of Amalthea's bell again. Oh no! She was coming back. As the clinking grew louder, the Cronies spotted her. "Mmm. I fancy goat meat for supper," the double-chinned one said. He drew back his spear. Zeus opened his mouth to yell, Stop! But before he could, the half-giant dropped his weapon. "Yeowch!" Double Chin yelped, slapping the back of his neck. Meanwhile, Amalthea trotted downhill again, out of reach. The other two Cronies frowned at him. "What's with you?" Blackbeard asked. "I got stung by a bee!" Double Chin grumped. Zeus grinned as he watched the bee buzz around the half-giant's head and then fly off. It was Melissa. Ever since he'd mysteriously arrived at the cave as an orphaned baby ten years ago, she had kept watch over him along with the nymph and Amalthea. He was glad for their companionship. Still, he did often wonder who his parents were and why they'd abandoned him. The third half-giant, who sported a huge tattoo of a lion on his shoulder, looked around nervously. "We should go," he said. "In case there are more bees." Zeus almost laughed aloud to think of King Cronus's fearsome soldiers being afraid of something as small as a bee. Normally Melissa wouldn't even hurt a fly. But cruel half-giants deserved whatever she could dish out. "What's that?" Double Chin asked, staring toward the cave. Zeus shivered. Had he been spotted? If so, he was doomed! But then he realized what the Crony was really staring at--Zeus's drinking cup. He'd left it on the ground in full view! Lion Tattoo was first to reach the cup. Picking it up, he sniffed it curiously. Then he held it upside down over the palm of one hand. "Fresh milk," he grunted as a few white drops trickled out. "Someone's here." All three Cronies looked toward the entrance to the cave. Ducking his head, Zeus tucked himself small. If only he could merge into the boulder like the nymph had merged with the tree. Footsteps pounded closer. Hot breath. Suddenly Zeus was plucked from his hiding place like a weed from a garden. His legs dangled helplessly in the air and his arms spun. Holding him by two fat fingers, Double Chin stared at him, eye-to-eye, licking his chops. Zeus squeezed his eyes shut, as if doing so might make the half-giants disappear. Didn't work. And it didn't drown out the terrible sound of Double Chin's next words either. "Fee, fi, fo, fun. I smell boy. Gonna eat me one!" Excerpted from Zeus and the Thunderbolt of Doom by Joan Holub, Suzanne Williams All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.