"But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me."

Circe is to the girls what Song of Achilles was to the gays. 

Madeline Miller is, as always, a master of prose. Everything, from the rains, to the lilies, to the lovers and foes, is beautiful. 

This book is not only resignifying a mythological villain, it is showing the complex woman within the witch, and exploring what it means to be both. 

(Bonus points for the feminism without an inch of performative #GirlPower )