Studying Myths vs. Making One
Two words. Percy. Jackson. The rabbit hole I have lunged myself into regarding mythology started the second I opened Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The Lightning Thief during my sixth-grade silent reading time. My Aunt May was obsessed with that series and the author, so I credit her for most of the things I geek out about today, and I credit her for my love of reading. And because one myth obsession is never enough, she soon handed me The Red Pyramid, which launched me straight into Egyptian mythology. As a Lebanese woman, mythology has always been close to home. In the Levant, our everyday culture is literally built on ancient stories and beliefs, regardless of religion. Every kid in my village grew up fearing Abou Kees (the Bagman who kidnaps misbehaving children, aka a myth built to scare us into behaving). “Don’t misbehave or else Abou Kees will come to your room at night and put you in his sack” works way better than “You’ll be on the naughty list! Santa will be disappointed....