Artemis had never been normal. By the time he was fifteen he'd travelled in time, kidnapped a fairy, stopped a goblin rebellion, that sort of thing. None of those things were exactly the norm and you'd be hard-pressed to find someone - other than Butler and Holly (who didn't really count as the fairy they'd kidnapped) - who had also accomplished them.
Artemis Fowl was about as far from normal as you could be.
And he was proud of it.
In the business he was in, to be normal was to be predictable and that wasn't good for anyone, particularly yourself. You tended to find yourself in an awful lot of trouble then. And Artemis was the least predictable person around.
But since his father had been found and his mother restored to her former mental state, he had started to get him family back.
When he'd gotten back from his little jaunt through time he'd discovered that he now had two little brothers, both of which were mischief makers and escape artists and every other stereotype for small children, never mind twin boys.
The Fowl family was starting to become ordinary (if exceedingly rich), with a legitimate business and non-criminal children and a mother who helped them with their homework.
His family was normal. And surprisingly Artemis was proud of that to.