So there was this moment, about a third of the way through the book, when I was just utterly delighted and charmed by Achilles and Patroclus and suddenly remembered that I know how this story ends and it does not. go. well.
Which made it hard to read even when I wanted to know how she was going to get there.
The book as a meditation on, to quote Hamilton, "Who lives, who dies, who tells your story" is gorgeous, though, and I loved how Miller handled questions of fame, honor, legacy, and fame.
Odysseus is still my favorite POS though.