I simply put the book down and never picked it back up. I just didn't care enough to keep reading. This is coming from someone who loves history and true crime. I am even in the "she was framed" camp, but I still didn't care to read her entire life story.  The way the story is told, through a letter to her son, is a great concept. I loved the idea of this book, just not the book itself. 

I really feel like this book should have spent another 50 pages or so on the ending. It set a certain pace through most of the book and then the last two chapters felt kind of like it skipped around a lot.

It's okay. It just wasn't keeping me super interested.

This book takes too many liberties when it comes to the mythology. 
Clytemnestra is said to be the eldest of Leda’s four children, Castor and Pollux are five years older than Helen, and Helen is the youngest. She also states Helen is the only descendant of Leda’s encounter with Zeus in the form of a swan. 
However, in the myths, Leda laid two eggs, one contained Castor and Pollux, while Clytemnestra and Helen came from the other. While I understand parentage is debated because Leda has relations with both Zeus and her husband, Tyndareus, on the same night, the children were all born the same: from eggs. 

Honestly, I couldn’t look past this enough to continue. Mostly because these basic things we learn in the first few chapters will have quite the influence later.

It’s just not clicking and I’m kind of trudging my way through. I’ll try a different format and maybe it’ll hook me then, but I’m not up to force myself read this.