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About the Author

Joan Holub has authored and/or illustrated over 140 children’s books, including the Goddess Girls series, the Heroes in Training series, the New York Times bestselling picture book Mighty Dads (illustrated by James Dean), and Little Red Writing (illustrated by Melissa Sweet). She lives in North Carolina and is online at JoanHolub.com.

Suzanne Williams is the author of over fifty books for children, including the Goddess Girls series, the Heroes in Training series, and the award-winning picture book Library Lil (illustrated by Steven Kellogg). She lives outside Seattle, Washington, and is online at Suzanne-Williams.com.

Together, Joan and Suzanne write the Goddess Girls, Heroes in Training, and Grimmtastic Girls series.

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Hestia the Invisible
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Symbols

Four years later


TODAY WE WILL TAKE A break from pottery design and painting,” announced Mr. Phintias on Friday at the start of second-period Crafts-ology. He was standing in front of a wall of shelves lined with vases, urns, and pots. Many were decorated with reddish-orange silhouette figures on glazed black backgrounds. The amazing feats of the gods and goddesses of Mount Olympus were the main subjects of these painted scenes. And this teacher had created much of the stunningly beautiful clay pottery himself!

At his announcement most of the class groaned with disappointment. Reluctantly they started putting away the clay they’d begun unwrapping, as well as their sculpting tools and paintbrushes.

However, twelve-year-old Hestia breathed a sigh of relief as she plunked her half-finished clay pot back onto its shelf. While other students had unique, fantastical, or elegant pots, bowls, and urns in progress, her pot was plain old boring in her opinion. The kind you could buy anywhere down on Earth.

Hearing the groans, Mr. Phintias ran a hand over his short brown ponytail. “Hey, no worries. We’ll return to pottery soon enough. But today we’re going to investigate a new artistic skill.”

He was one of Mount Olympus Academy’s most mega-cool teachers, far younger and hipper than some teachers, such as Mr. Cyclops, who taught Hero-ology. However, making painted pottery was Mr. Phintias’s life. And he didn’t always understand that not everyone was necessarily as excited about it. At least Hestia wasn’t. The craft of pottery-making was just not her thing.

As she sat back down at her table, her fingers reached into the pocket of the tomato-red chiton she wore. They touched the edges of the blank cards she always carried, just in case she had a recipe brainstorm and wanted to jot down ideas and ingredients. She’d much rather use her creativity to come up with tasty concoctions to fill those pretty pots, bowls, and urns they made in this class. In other words, her favorite art was cooking!

What the teacher said next brought curious stares. “Today we will dip our feather pens into the exciting world of graphic design. As you know, mortals down on Earth will be voting one week from today to honor the MOA student they feel most deserves recognition for his or her service to humankind.”

He paused as a murmur of voices indicated that students were indeed aware of the Service to Humankind contest. As they quieted, his dark brown eyes swept the room, flicking from student to student. Hestia quickly repositioned herself behind a mortal girl named Pandora at her table. Fingers crossed Hestia wouldn’t be called on for anything.

“Are you deserving of such recognition?” Mr. Phintias asked the class. “Have you done something to help make the world a better, happier place for humankind? I hope so, since it’s the right thing to do. However, this is something you must judge for yourself. And if you believe the answer to this question is yes, then I strongly suggest you sign up to enter. The award will be well worth winning—”

“What is the award, exactly?” Pandora interrupted.

“That will be revealed at a banquet in honor of the eleven finalists, when one of them is announced the winner,” the teacher replied with a small smile in Pandora’s direction.

The violet-eyed godboy Dionysus shook a lock of curly brown hair from his forehead and gave the muscular boy sitting next to him a friendly fist thump on the shoulder. “If ridding the world of man-eating lions, arrow-shooting birds, and other dastardly creatures counts as service, then this guy is a shoo-in for the award.”

The student he’d thumped was Heracles, a superstrong mortal who wore a lion-skin cape with jaws that fit over his head like a helmet. That monstrous lion had once terrorized an entire village till Heracles had fought it and won.

“Aw, thanks, god-dude,” Heracles replied humbly. He gave his enormous knobby club, which was leaning up against the table beside him, a spin. “Though, I gotta say,” he added, “ridding King Augeas’s stable of poop was way worse than any of those other labors!”

“Eew,” squealed a couple of girls, making ick faces. But Hestia and the rest of the class laughed. Heracles had done all those things (and more) as part of twelve labors he’d performed in order to win a permanent place as a student at the Academy.

Their illustrious school was perched at the very top of Mount Olympus, the highest mountain in Greece. Mostly godboys and goddessgirls went here, but Principal Zeus had also invited a handful of mortals, like Heracles, to attend.

With a tolerant smile Mr. Phintias went on, his tone taking on a proud note. “I and three other artists have been accorded the honor of painting a large mural in Principal Zeus’s temple at Olympia, where voting for the award will take place. This mural will take up most of one wall. It will be painted in a jeweled palette of terra-cottas, ceruleans, and . . .”

For a few minutes, he happily described in way more detail than was necessary the art techniques and materials he and the other artists would use. As his dark eyes twinkled and he gestured broadly, Hestia realized that the prospect of painting the mural was as exciting to him as creating a new recipe and trying it out in the school’s kitchen was to her. In a way, they were both artists! Clay and paint were his raw materials. Hers were spices, flour, and other foodstuffs.

After a while the teacher seemed to come back down to Earth—or to MOA, anyway. “Ahem, returning to the subject at hand,” he went on. “The subject of the mural in Olympia will be images of the eleven finalists selected by the awards committee. The images will remind mortals who visit the temple of their choices for voting.”

As he began walking around the room and through the spaces between the tables where students sat, heads turned to follow the teacher. “So, you are likely wondering what all this has to do with today’s Crafts-ology assignment. Well, graphic design is a fascinating, specialized skill that can encompass the design of scrollazines, books, shields, product packaging, logos, and much more. And what I would like each of you to do this morning is to come up with your own logo—a symbol, that is—to represent your highest, most exalted self.” He grinned and winked at them.

“You mean like my symbol might be a lion?” Heracles piped up.

“You got it,” said Mr. Phintias, nodding. Then to the class he added, “Your choices should reflect how you want worshipful mortals on Earth to think of you. You’ll want to pick a symbol that best represents how you’ve helped humankind, as Heracles has done. If you’re a finalist for the award, your image will hold this symbol in the mural we’ll paint. Even if you’re not yet sure you’ll enter the contest, this assignment is still part of your grade for this class, so let’s get cracking, shall we?”

Now the teacher passed around blank sheets of papyrus for them to sketch ideas on. “I’ll give you fifteen minutes to come up with possible logos, and then we’ll share them in class. Try to choose something with power and pizzazz. Your aim with this symbol is to impress mortals. For example, if Principal Zeus were to do this assignment, he might choose a ferocious and crackling thunderbolt of the kind he uses against enemies in battle.”

“Oh, I get it,” Pandora said. “This symbol-logo thing is like our brand? I mean, Zeus is known for hurling thunderbolts, right? Like, how there’s a thunderbolt on the wax seal he stamps on letters? And how he puts thunderbolts on the sides of the school chariots, too? And—”

“Exactly,” Mr. Phintias said, gently cutting her off. Because if he hadn’t, her questions would likely have multiplied so fast, they’d have taken up the rest of class time!

Famed for her curiosity, Pandora often spoke in questions even when making statements. Her symbol or logo should definitely be a question mark, thought Hestia. But wait. Pandora was already using that logo, come to think of it. She wore her bangs in the shape of question marks. Hestia had even seen her in the hallway of MOA’s fourth-floor girls’ dorm wearing pj’s decorated with question marks. So this assignment should be an easy-peasy one for her!

Must be nice, thought Hestia as she stared down at the fresh sheet of papyrus Mr. Phintias had placed before her. Because suddenly her mind had gone as blank as the papyrus was.

What should my symbol be? she wondered. What should I choose? She brushed the fluffy end of her self-inking feather pen against her cheek. Knowing she only had minutes to come up with a logo, familiar feelings of panic welled up inside. She’d never been good at in-class assignments. She didn’t like being put on the spot like this. Why couldn’t the task of coming up with a logo have been homework, so she could’ve had more time to think?

She glanced around the room. The others all seemed to be busily sketching. Gulp.

Of course, the student who probably had the best shot at winning this Service to Humankind Award wasn’t even in this class: Principal Zeus’s daughter, Athena. That brainy girl’s numerous inventions had helped mortals a lot.

She had invented sailing ships, musical instruments like the flute and the trumpet, weaving and other needle arts, and the plow (which made it easier for farmers to plant rows in their fields). Then there was the olive, which had many uses. Its oil burned brightly in lamps. It was a popular food, too, and olive wood was good for building homes. Athena had already helped humans so much that they’d named the city of Athens after her!

Hestia pushed the tip of her feather pen across the paper, trying to look as busy as everyone else seemed to be. Really, she was only making doodles. She drew a little owl—one of Athena’s symbols—that turned out to accidentally resemble a cat.

If that goddessgirl entered the contest, her only problem with this assignment would be the hard time she’d have choosing between many possible symbols. One of her titles was the goddess of wisdom. Sometimes she wore owl earrings or other jewelry with wise owl designs. Hestia really admired the girl. Along with her BFFs—Aphrodite, Persephone, and Artemis—Athena was one of the most popular goddessgirls at MOA.

“What do you think of this?” she overheard another girl say from the table right next to her own. It was Aphrodite, the goddessgirl of love and beauty. She was holding up a sketch of a bouquet of red and pink hearts to show Pandora.

“Nice,” Pandora replied. “Your Lonely Hearts Club has helped tons of mortals find love. Is that why you chose that logo? I bet you’ll get their votes for sure!”

“Think so?” said the beautiful Aphrodite, sounding pleased.

Hestia watched the goddessgirl push her long golden hair, which was threaded with pink satin ribbons, behind her perfectly shaped ears. Then Aphrodite reached for a glittery pink handbag that was hanging on the back of her chair and took out a tube of lip gloss.

The color of the bag perfectly matched the chiton she wore. Her handbag and the chiton were probably new, since Hestia had never seen them before. How many purses and chitons did that goddessgirl have, anyway? A mega-zillion? And she looked fabulous with all of them!

Hestia admired Aphrodite almost as much as she did Athena, despite the fact that Hestia and the goddessgirl of love and beauty were practically total opposites. Aphrodite was as outgoing and fashionable as Hestia was shy and clueless about fashion.

The beautiful goddessgirl’s Lonely Hearts Club really had helped many mortals find happiness. Why, she’d even helped Principal Zeus find true love with the goddess Hera, who was now his wife! Hmm. Pandora could be right. Mortals did like finding love. Maybe Aphrodite would win this award.

Looking around the room, Hestia noticed that almost everyone had already sketched at least one idea for a symbol. And all the ones she could see seemed more awesome than anything she could come up with for herself. Heracles had drawn a lion’s head. Dionysus had drawn masks of comedy and tragedy. As the male lead in almost all the school plays, his acting had inspired hundreds of mortal playwrights, poets, and actors.

And Iris, the goddessgirl of rainbows, had helped save the world from the rampages of a terrible Titan monster named Typhon. So she had drawn—what else?—a colorful and sparkly rainbow such as the one she’d traveled across during her adventures. Talk about pizzazz!

When Hestia saw Mr. Phintias glance at the sundial outside the classroom window, she knew time was running out. “One more minute,” he announced.

A new bolt of panic shot through her like one of Zeus’s thunderbolts. In the nick of time she scribbled the first thing that came to mind.

“All right,” the teacher said just as she finally sketched an idea. “Who would like to share first?”

Hands instantly waved in the air. But Hestia, true to her shy nature, did her best to become invisible. Ducking her head, she let her light-brown curls fall across her cheeks. She closed herself up like a turtle, pulling the red hood she wore forward to shadow her face. She’d added hoods to the pattern she used to make all of her home-sewn chitons. They were perfect for hiding out in. And cute, too!

This attention-avoiding strategy had worked surprisingly well for her in the four years she’d been at MOA. Especially since there was never any shortage of other, more eager-to-talk students for teachers to pick from.

Her invisibility strategy might have worked today too, if she hadn’t blown her cover. It was nearly the end of the period when muscle-bound Atlas, MOA’s champion weight lifter, held up his symbol. He’d drawn two horizontal parallel lines, except the top line had a bump in the middle. Everyone squinted at it.

“Is it a hill beside a road?” Pandora asked.

“Or a snake who’s swallowed a mouse?” Dionysus guessed.

Atlas frowned. “No and no,” he said, sounding frustrated. “Can’t you tell?” He held the picture out toward them.

Hestia felt sorry for him. The poor guy was an even worse artist than she considered herself to be! But still, knowing that Atlas’s great claim to fame was his strength, she could guess what he’d been trying to draw. When no one else spoke up, she summoned enough courage to blurt out, “It’s a muscled arm.”

Atlas beamed at her. “Right! Muscles. Because of the time I held up the sky so that it wouldn’t fall on mortals and crush them. And skies are not exactly lightweight, ya know.”

No one contradicted his version of that event, even though most of them knew that “holding up the sky” had only been a joke Heracles had played on the big guy. The sky couldn’t really fall down, after all. Atlas might have been mega-strong, but he wasn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer. Still, no one wanted to hurt his feelings with the truth, so they all played along.

Because there were only a few minutes left in the period, Hestia had begun to relax. She’d figured she was off the hook for sharing. Unfortunately, her blurt-out had drawn Mr. Phintias’s attention. His eyes fastened on her as Atlas retook his seat. Her clasped hands tightened as she sat there, dreading what she knew in her heart was coming.

And then her teacher did in fact do the unthinkable. “Hestia,” he said, “would you please share your symbol with the class?”

Hestia froze in her chair. Her mouth went dry. “I . . . um . . . I . . . ” she mumbled softly.

“Huh?” “What did she say?” students murmured. They cupped their ears and strained toward her.

“Give her a second,” advised a godboy named Ascalabus (Asca for short) who sat one table over. He had black hair with a natural green stripe through it that matched his lizard tail.

All the attention only made Hestia tug her hood farther over her face and slide lower in her seat in embarrassment.

“Please stand and speak out. That way we can all hear you,” Mr. Phintias told her. His voice was firm but not unkind.

Wishing she could sink into the floor, Hestia nevertheless did as instructed. She got to her feet. She hoped the end-of-class lyrebell would ring before she could speak, but no such luck.

Slowly, she held up her drawing of what looked like a big bowl with a lid and a semicircular handle on top. “It’s a . . . a kettle.”

A ripple of surprised laughter ran through the classroom. “You mean like a cooking pot?” Pandora asked, peering closely at Hestia’s drawing.

Hestia flushed deeply. Mortified, she nodded. What was wrong with her choice of symbol? Cooking was what she liked to do, and it was also what she was best at. She usually didn’t try anything too exotic but mostly stuck to plain, hearty fare using simple tools—like a kettle. Admittedly, however, not many students knew she liked to cook. She’d always been way too shy to share her enthusiasm with them. So their current confusion was sort of understandable.

“It’s a fitting symbol since you’re goddessgirl of the hearth,” Mr. Phintias said gently. “But do you think it has enough pizzazz? Remember, the symbol you choose will influence how mortals see you. You don’t want to appear too humble.”

“Okay. I’ll . . . um . . . think about it some more,” Hestia mumbled, taking her seat again in relief.

Ping. Ping. Ping. At long last the lyrebell chimed.

As students began to gather up their belongings, Mr. Phintias called out, “The Service to Humankind Award sign-up sheet will be posted near the lockers first thing Monday morning. That will give you the weekend to think about your symbols, which you’ll need to note when you sign up.”

Hestia crumpled her sketch and shoved it into her schoolbag. Still stinging from the class’s reaction to her kettle symbol, she left the room as quickly as possible. Keeping her hooded head down and avoiding eye contact with anyone, she managed to ward off conversation. It didn’t matter what symbol she chose. No way would she enter the contest. Who wanted a bunch of people staring at their image in a giant mural? Not her!

On her way down the hall, she stopped near the lockers to take a drink from a golden fountain along the wall. Instead of spouting water, the fountains at the Academy spouted nectar.

Hestia drank deeply. The cool nectar soothed her some after what had just happened. And because she was an immortal, it made her skin glow more brightly. (Nectar had no effect on the few mortals who also attended the Academy, however.)

As students passed behind her, she heard someone say, “A hearth is the floor of a fireplace, right?”

Hestia peeked over her shoulder. It was Aphrodite speaking with her friend Persephone, the goddessgirl of spring and growing plants. They had stopped to pull textscrolls from their lockers. With all the activity in the hall, Hestia couldn’t quite catch what else Aphrodite said. However, she did catch the words “ordinary kettle” and “fits her personality.”

Did that mean Aphrodite thought she was as ordinary as a cooking pot? Ears burning, Hestia was suddenly glad for the “invisibility” her hood provided. The two goddessgirls never glanced her way, and a moment later they moved off.

Maybe I am ordinary, thought Hestia. So what? Still, that remark of Aphrodite’s had kind of hurt. Everyone wanted to be special in some way. Even ordinary old her. She’d always admired Aphrodite, who was so beautiful that boys couldn’t help staring at her. Hestia wouldn’t want that for herself, of course. She didn’t like to be stared at. But being practically invisible wasn’t so great either. Somewhere in between might be better. Just normal recognition.

As she headed for the cafeteria, where she apprenticed in the kitchen during third period, a desire to make a change slowly kindled in Hestia like a fire starting in a hearth.
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  • Age Range: 8 - 12 years
  • Grade Level: 3 - 7
  • Lexile Measure: 800 (What's this?)
  • Series: Goddess Girls (Book 18)
  • Paperback: 256 pages
  • Publisher: Aladdin (December 1, 2015)
  • Language: English
  • ISBN-10: 1481449982
  • ISBN-13: 978-1481449984
  • Product Dimensions: 5.1 x 0.8 x 7.6 inches
  • Shipping Weight: 12.6 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
  • Average Customer Review: 4.7 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (17 customer reviews)
  • Amazon Best Sellers Rank: #48,549 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)

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I thought Medusa couldn't be outdone as my favorite godessgirl! But Hestia is by far the best. She starts out so shy she hidd under hoods wherever she goes, but by the end she is almost as outgoing as Pheme! I hope you make another godessgirl book freaturing Hestia! This book is perfect for 3-7 graders who are trying to come out of their shell or just want to read a good book about greek godesses become modern day teenagers.
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By Pink on February 1, 2016
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This series is great for girls, and boys. My kids read the books again and again. They both have learned a lot from the characters. I often hear the children discussing the different gods. It is a fun light reading book, yet interesting.
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All of this Series is wonderful to read. Each one is quite unique and a great read.
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By Chas on December 2, 2015
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Creative and fun!!! Uses baking to create
An idea Of Hestia that has never been seen before!!! Read this book!
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My daughters love these books! Great for several age categories. :)
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This book was horrible! These books are always so cheesey, and so not true! First of all, Hestia is not a young goddess, she is the same age as Zeus! These authors need to research more on Greek mythology.
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This book was the best I have read in a long time. Hope they keep writing!!😊😊😊 I would recommend this book to any kid that is interested in Greek Mythology
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By srmoenning on February 20, 2016
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Gift for my niece
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