I’ll never be happy again. [This will contain spoilers!]

Or more specifically, I’ll never be able to love as wholly again, for it will never compare to what these two had. (On a similar note, I’ll probably never enjoy another’s book writing as much as this again, too.)

The Song of Achilles is now by far my favourite book ever, uncontested, and I’ll probably spend an unhealthy amount of money in special editions and different copies, because I feel like this single paperback, although it is much appreciated, won’t be enough.

I don’t know if it’s the fact that I was already dreading the end, expecting the worse, and knew what would happed, but although the last three chapters are absolutely gut wrenching I didn’t think it too sad, for they would soon be together in death. The fact that Patroclus continues to narrate what happens softens the tragedy ever so slightly, but the grief we experience with Achilles it’s still raw and very much real, and I felt every bit the relief he feels with that final spear. I must confess, though, if the book had left Patroclus to roam the earth forever I would’ve been forced to commit a felony. But alas, I truly wish they had never left Pelion in the first place.

And also, Odysseus can f*ck off and die, he had that hellish journey back to Ithaca coming to him for miles.