This book, by very young Madeline Miller, is a wonder. Beautifully lyric and literary, it is still accessible. And it does for the Greek myths what Marion Zimmer Bradley did for the Arthurian legend with "Mists of Avalon". "Circe" takes the feminine point of view and an epic tale and make them human and relatable. Circe is a child, a young woman, a girlfriend, an outcast, a lover, a parent. Her life spans centuries but the ache she feels, the distance and loneliness, is real. She becomes a fully fledged woman by the end but we travel the road with her, seeing the growing pains and the sacrifices. She is not perfect but she is like us. We celebrate each step towards her self actualization. It is one of those books I didn't mind reading slowly because I didn't want it to end. When it did end, I cried. Just a bit. It was the only ending which would bring peace. Brava.
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