Circe by Madeline Miller

Another re-read. Following Circe’s account from beginning to bittersweet end, Miller’s reimagining tells the tale that might have, but never would or could have, been told by Homer.

While the prose is pleasing and lush, this retelling of a small part of the Odyssey offers a vastly different perspective than the original. An angle I like a lot, as I am an incorrigible pushover for redemptive reframing of historically (or mythologically) maligned women.

I first read this about six years ago, and though I’m unsure whether I enjoyed it quite as much the second time, it was still a lovely read. ★★★★☆