This book is buzzing, and with good reason. If you have fond (or even vague) memories of middle school English and The Odyssey, you must read Circe. In the Odyssey, journeying home, waylaid Odysseus and his men meet Circe, the daughter of the God of Fire, who lives alone on an island, and is known primarily as the Goddess who turns men into pigs. In Circe, by Madeline Miller, this meeting is blown open and we are introduced to the stunning and powerful Circe, but not before we learn of her childhood and how she ended up on her island. This book is jaw-droppingly good. All the Greek Gods and Goddesses, as well as the tales of Medusa and the Minotaur are told through the lens of Circe, one of the most bad-ass protagonists out there. Circe is a complete stunner, and one that I could not put down. Read this book.
(And once you read Circe, you’ll lay in bed at night and wonder about the magnitude of Madeline Miller’s brain and you’ll have to go back, even though a small part of you thinks you need a break from Greece to see if Miller is a one-trick-pony, and you’ll read her first book The Song of Achillies, and you won’t regret one moment of it. Not even one. And you may even fall back to sleep wondering if you’ve just read the oldest, most beautiful love story, ever.)