I put off reading The Silence of the Girls for quite some time. Partly because I knew it was going to be a sad, tough read. And partly because it would signal the end of my Greek myth binge. Now I’ve read it, I wish I’d put it off for even longer, because nothing will live up to the first read of this exquisite novel.
This is an epic myth; an epic retelling; an epic love story. It broke my heart from the first chapter and continued to dance across the pieces for the remaining 32.
Circe is, without a doubt, the role model that adult-me needs. Her quiet rage, her inner strength. Her open heart and endless love. And her ability to bounce back every single time she’s knocked down.
A Novel Journey 