Madeline Miller’s Circe was a fantastic way to end a rather difficult year for me. I have to say that when I first opened the cover and began to read, I had no idea I would find myself completely immersed. Ancient gods and goddesses come to life in this book. Heroes are no longer blurry outlines in old stories but living, breathing characters rich in color. Circe was a name I’ll admit I had forgotten. She was no more to me than a witch who turned men into pigs and helped Odysseus on his journey home. All that changed when I began reading her story. Turning the pages, I found myself relating to her in so many ways. Her struggles became my own. My heart ached when tragedy struck. I cried at the loss of love and the fight for a voice among so many powerful beings. Yet what hit home with me the most was her unwavering strength and determination. It was as though she were speaking to me, telling me that I can’t just give up. If I have to face the worst of the worst to achieve what I want, then I must.
This is a book that is both a beautiful tragedy and a tale of unbreakable strength. A story I could not put away and finished in a day. I most certainly will never forget Circe’s name again.
"A bold and subversive retelling of the goddess's story," this #1 New York Times bestseller is "both epic and intimate in its scope, recasting the most infamous female figure from the Odyssey as a hero in her own right" (Alexandra Alter, The New York Times).