I would be lying if I said I didn’t prefer my queer books to have happy endings. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy books that completely rip apart my soul.
This book hit me like a ton of fucking bricks and it HURT. SO. GOOD.
I don’t have too much to say about this book that hasn’t already been said. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend it. Madeline Miller is the author I wish I could be and know I never will be. She has some of the most beautiful writing of all time and when I read her books I cry.
If you haven’t read either of her books, check them out. Some authors have a fucking gift and Madeline Miller has it.
I mean, I loved Circe too and that wasn’t even gay.