"Now that I'm dead I know everything".

I was first introduced to this book in highschool, sometime around 2010, by my English teacher Mindy. She read the opening line to us and raved about how it was one of the best opening lines ever written. Mindy passed away a few weeks ago and I've been reflecting on how much she shaped me as a reader. She mentored me for years, including one on one, and taught me about reading and writing broadly. I owe her my persistence to getting through, and finding value in, books I dislike or don't quite resonate with.

Yes, I've hijacked this review slot to talk about Mindy, but let me tell you about the book as well: this Atwood novella reads like an experiment/writing exercise, but not necessarily in a bad way. I enjoyed it but would only recommend it to those of you who enjoy slightly cheeky and feminist retellings of classic myths (like I do, and like Mindy did). It's a deceptively short book that compels you to read slowly and to reflect on our interpretation of ancient myths.

This was a pleasure to read and, even though it's a decade later, I want to thank Mindy for the recommendation.