“He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
I have always been a huge fan of the Greek Myths. Theseus, Perseus, Hercules; the adventures and the stories. I remember learning about them in primary school and being completely hooked, then poring over the children’s Greek myths and legends book we had at home. I adore them.
So it felt like I was always going to enjoy Circe – and I did. Circe was a goddess I did not remember well, other than being linked to Odysseus, but from reading this book I came to realise that she was intrinsic to many of the most popular Greek myths we know today. I loved each time a new story that I recognised was woven into the narrative; it felt like a celebration of the myths.
Following an immortal character was a strange experience. Miller masterfully displays the passing of time, the mortal lives a blink compared to Circe’s eternity. It it would have been easy for Miller to create a character who flourished in her immortality, but by making Circe struggle with it she became more human and relatable. I felt deeply for Circe at several points during the book – because of her immortality, not in spite of it.
I enjoyed every second of this book and it comes highly recommended. I cannot wait to pick up Miller’s next book!