The official blurb:
If Phoebe Castro can keep her grades up and have another stellar cross-country season, her dream of attending USC with her best friends is only a track scholarship away. She’s made all her plans, so it’s a complete shock when her mom announces she’s marrying a mysterious stranger and moving them half-way around the world—to Greece.
Phoebe’s stuck on a secret island in the Aegean attending the super-exclusive Academy, where her new stepfather is the headmaster and the kids are anything but your average students—they are descendants of the Greek gods, super powers included. That’s right, Greek gods are no myth! If Phoebe thought high school was hard, she knows this is going to be mortal misery.
Securing that scholarship seems like Phoebe’s only ticket out of Greece, but training and maintaining her grades will be grueling, even without a sabotaging stepsister from Hades and a gorgeous guy—what a god!—who just might be her Achilles heel. One thing is for sure—summoning the will to win and find her place among the gods could be Phoebe’s toughest course yet.
The Greek gods get a makeover in this romantic odyssey of mythic proportion.
The real dish:
Phoebe gets uprooted from her life-long California home, separated from her two inseparable-since-kindergarten best friends, and plopped into a word where your clique is determined by your god. And, since Phoebe and her mom are the only two people on the entire island of Serfopoula who aren't descendants of a Greek god, she doesn't exactly have a clique to join.
These god- and goddess-based cliques play a huge part in the story, and they were oh so much fun to write. I'm going to give you a quick rundown of the major cliques and their characteristics, so that if you get uprooted to Serfopoula you'll know your way around the lunch room.
The goddess of love and beauty. Most of her descendants are cheerleaders--blonde, beautiful, and another "B" I can't name in this blog. Phoebe's chief rival, Adara, belongs to Aphrodite and she is definitely not showing the new girl any love.
The god of war. In Ancient Greece, he was reviled, but his descendants are the cream of the crop. They're the jocks, the king athletes who aren't above playing a little unfair to win the day. Bad boy runner Griffin is a descendant of Ares.
The god of the sea. Just as Poseidon rules the waters, his descendants rule the waves. His kin are the tanned and sun-bleached surfer dudes and dudettes who wear board shorts and Pookah shells.
The king of the gods. The descendants of the ruler of Mt. Olympus are the uber-popular crowd. They're rich, powerful, dress like they stepped out of a fashion magazine, and know how to throw a bash that makes Vegas at New Year's look like a church picnic.
The god of the underworld. He reigns over the dead, so is it any wonder that his descendants are the macabre goth girls? If there's leather, piercings, or black lipstick to be worn, the Hades harem is wearing 'em.
The queen of the gods. Descendant's of Zeus' consort are poised, polished, and ready to take on the world with a perfect preppy veneer. A little bit Stepford wife, a little bit Jackie O. Phoebe's new stepdad and (evil) stepsister are descendants of Hera.
Okay, so those are the main cliques you'll meet in OH. MY. GODS. (There are more, of course, but these are the most critical to your social survival.) Would you want to be a descendant of one of these gods or goddesses? Or do you have another god or goddess in mind?
Dish on which god you'd like to claim and why. One lucky commenter will win a signed copy of the actual, beautiful hardcover book!
OH. MY. GODS. -- Dutton, available like NOW!
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