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Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard
This month I read Rick Riordan's new book, Magnus Chase And the Gods Of Asgard: The Sword of Summer.  The story is about a 15 year old boy, Magnus Chase. He lives on the streets of Boston. His mother is dead, and he has never met his father. The only family that he has left in Boston are his uncle, Randolph. Magnus has his reasons not to go to him. Throughout the story, his memory of Norse Mythology and its part in his life begin to come back to him. The stories of the gods of Asgard, wolves and Doomsday all lead to what he needs to find. His birthright- a sword? Magnus finds his birthright soon enough, and almost immediately has to use it. Oh well. Magnus has a hard life. He wants to start again.       

And sometimes, The only way to start over is to die.
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