Author: Madeline Miller
Summary: In the house of Helios, god of the sun and mightiest of the Titans, a daughter is born. But Circe has neither the look nor the voice of divinity and is scorned and rejected by her kin. Increasingly isolated, she turns to mortals for companionship, leading her to discover a power forbidden to the gods: witchcraft.
When love drives Circe to cast a dark spell, wrathful Zeus banishes her to the remote island of Aiaia. There she learns to harness her occult craft, drawing strength from nature. But she will not always be alone; many are destined to pass through Circe’s place of exile, entwining their fates with hers. The messenger god, Hermes. The craftsman, Daedalus. A ship bearing a golden fleece. And wily Odysseus, on his epic voyage home.
I read Circe during a thunderstorm. It was the perfect atmosphere for such an emotionally charged, powerful book. I didn’t expect to enjoy Circe, despite my love for Circe as a mythological figure, but I did. I fell in love with Miller’s interpretation instantly. Circe was everything that I hoped it would be; heart-wrenching, warm, and full of magic.
Miller’s writing was captivating and bold, daring even. I devoured the book in a couple of hours, unable to wrench myself away from the pages for even a moment. Circe, my beloved goddess who has held a special place in my heart since I learnt her tale, was reimagined and reinvented through a woman’s words. Miller gave meaning and understanding to her actions and choices in this subversive retelling of her myth.
I don’t think I can put into words how much I adore this book. If you haven’t read it, you should. I hope you fall in love with it as much as I have.