This was so good, it made me cry. I’m still crying right now as I type this! Bawling like a little baby. And not because I’m sad! Just because it was perfect and I have all these feelings and they are leaking out of me without my permission. (Okay, some of those feelings are sadness.)
I need to buy this book, and I need to buy it in hardcover (the endpapers are so pretty, and the deckled edges make me happy), and I need to take it out every couple of years like I do my Austen and my Tolkien and my Rowling and just read it and relish in it and love it repeatedly. I will probably cry more.
Fuck, you guys, I’m serious. I’m still crying. I should probably have waited a bit to write this review, but I put the book down, and was so utterly overwhelmed by its perfection that I had to come here immediately and put my feelings *somewhere*.
This is not a real review!!
Okay, I got up and took a couple of laps around my apartment and picked up my cat and put my face on her tummy, and now I’m feeling more sane.
Anyway, so this book was great. Probably if you read it your reaction won’t be as outsized as mine. Particularly as I calm down. And the funny thing is, for the majority of the time reading this, it felt like a four, possibly four and a half star book. I loved her prose, I loved Circe as a character, and certain lines just struck me like, yep. I loved the subtle (and not so subtle) ways she made the mythology her own. But then that ending came along and just tied the whole thing together and suddenly I’m weeping into my computer.
So yes, I think you should read this book!
One day perhaps I will write a review that isn’t entirely motivated by end of book euphoria, but that is not this day. This day we get unfiltered, incoherent enthusiasm.