Just a light romance-novel in a neomytholocical landscape. Even if is much better than the song of Achilles. Not so repetitive, wet, sentimental drivel as that one.
How is it that really crappy books are garlanded with "incredible" awards and lavished with undeserved praise????
This is not a retelling of myth. Speculation into the private lives, loves and bedrooms of classical gods, demigods and heroes does little if anything to enhance understanding of the ground upon which classicism was built. At best it grants insight into the authors's fantasies.
Thought I was buying a new conception of a Homeric myth. Instead I found myself muddling through a homoerotic romance novel about a weakling, a "jock" and an overbearing mother.
Yeah some mythological reference is tossed in the salad but I quit this self indulgence about a third of the way through. Don't be fooled by the title.
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