I’m ahead of the game for Cannonball Read this year! Go me.
First off, a warning. Even if you find The Secrets of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel’s storyline frustrating or don’t like the writing, it is very easy to get sucked in to the series and keep reading. And there are six books. Approach with caution.
I came across Michael Scott’s series while trolling our public library eBook website for something new to read. Granted the series had very mixed reviews but the story sounded, well, bearable and light. Good my-brain-is-fried end-of-the-semester reading.
I just finished book #3, The Sorceress, and the truth is I have to find out what happens! And I’m starting to hate myself for that. Luckily the series has ended (at #6), so at least I don’t have to play the waiting game as with almost every other book known to modern publishing (I’m looking at you Julianna Baggott). But, anyway.
This is the story of twins who fall unwittingly into an evil plot to end the world by bringing back the “Dark Elders” who once ruled what we call Atlantis. The twins are protected by an alchemist named Nicholas Flamel and his wife Perenelle, a famous sorceress. They are pursued by, well, every baddie on earth, but mostly a magician named Dee, Machiavelli (who strangely still goes by Machiavelli), the crow goddess, the cat goddess, and a guy with antlers on his head. In each book they run into a new group of good guys and gals including (but not limited to) Joan of Arc, a ninja chick named The Shadow, and Shakespeare. As you can imagine madness ensues including the destruction of Notre Dame’s gargoyles.
I can’t really pinpoint anything I liked or hated about The Sorceress because everything is starting to run together. Literally the story just keeps on going like everyone’s favorite pink bunny. I also don’t want to give too much away in case you decide to go down this rabbit hole. Overall the writing isn’t great, the story is hella convoluted, and Edith Hamilton is probably rolling in her grave when it comes to the abuse of mythology. But, honestly, I can’t put it down.
Before you run out and read #1, it is my duty to warn you that the series has absolutely no connection to Harry Potter (Nicholas Flamel is mentioned at some point as Dumbledore’s friend). Nicholas Flamel was a real person who just happened to be used by both authors. Scott never meant to capitalize on the success of Harry Potter, I’m sure. And all of those disappointed HP fans on Goodreads should probably read a book summary before going all rabid in their reviews. I’m just saying.
Overall reading this series is like buying white fudge covered Oreos. I can’t stop eating them, but I will hate myself in the morning for it.