“Circe, he says, it will be all right.
It is not the saying of an oracle or a prophet. (…) He does not mean that it does not hurt. He does not mean that we are not frightened. Only that: we are here. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.”

Good grief, I can’t say enough how much I love Circe in this book and how well-crafted, dream-like the prose is woven under the spell of its author. The book started as if Circe was retelling her own mythical life yet how shockingly relatable her stories can be to so many women in the modern world.
Compared to many books that I’m still just half-way through even after months, such a distracting reader like me still can’t resist this brilliant book and had to devour it greedily.
My favourite read of September and I’m excited to read Madeline Miller’s first novel next.