Circe
Reviews
Buku ini menceritakan kisah yang sangat panjang— berabad-abad— hampir tidak bisa dihitung oleh waktu. Secara keseluruhan, buku ini sangat menakjubkan karena selain menampilkan kehidupan Circe yang penuh lika-liku, juga menceritakan berbagai kisah yang ada dalam mitologi Yunani, seperti kisah Dandelaus dan anaknya— Icarus, Ariadne dan Minotaurus, serta kisah perjalanan Odysseus yang berakhir dengan ironis. Walaupun aku berpikir bahwa akhir buku ini membuat perasaan campur aduk dan merasa sedikit 'aneh', tetapi aku cukup menikmati masa-masa membaca kisah yang menakjubkan dan terasa amat panjang ini.
This was fine
I normally eat up Greek mythology /retellings but I feel like it was so glossed over / missed opportunity for beautiful nature imagery etc
The storyline that spanned a thousand years. The adventures of Circe, both conquests and tragedies summed to a beautiful tale of grief and gain. The effects her life had throughout time were inspire persistence and patience. I loved the character development and writing style. If you enjoyed The Song of Achilles then I would highly recommend.
A very easy read, and even when the story was slow it was entertaining. 14 year old me would go wild.
Madeline’s writing is wonderful and it was a lovely story.
there wasn’t enough of her turning men into pigs imo
How can I even start this review? This took me sometime to read because I just read one chapter and I wasn't really into it, and it was one of the least that got my attention, but bro getting back to it, and being able to sit and go through Circe's journey which features cameos of other famous Greek myths, was a delight and heartbreak in almost equal manner.
I must say it is impressive how the secondary and minor characters, despite their small roles in it, are so dynamic and whole and even if we only get a small summary of what happens to them, when you have them present in a scene you can later understand and imagine how they end up they way they did, although if you know a lot about myths you will know their fate already.
Circe being the sole focus of the book, and the roles she played throughout these different stories is so compelling. How hers is built, how she grows and change through it is mostly a grim and tragic story, however, you cannot help but cheer for her to be triumphant through all her challenges and desires. Moreover, whenever she was content, you couldn't help but being overjoyed for her too.
Further confirms that my favorite genre is traumatized witch women who fight for their own freedoms and happiness
amazingly fantastical and cozy
girlhood!!! the riordan inspired love for greek mythology will never end
madeline miller's circe was a magical read. while i expected it to be a 5 star read for the way circe's character was written, captivating plot, and miller's ability to write the most beautiful sentences. however, parts of the story were dragged out for chapters that felt unnecessary. otherwise, circe's story was a tale of passion, heartbreak and strength, and it added colour to the more mundane and mortal parts of life.
3.5/5
I have less to say about what actually happened in the book than what I have to say about what it did to me. something shifted inside fr
I thought The Songs of Achilles was great, but this book was phenomenal. It brings my interest back to Greek mythology that I had long thought as complicated and nuissance to read. The story is about Circe, the daugher of Helios, the sun god. That average girl in high school, probably with mouth braces and giant spectacles that we all know from those high school dramas. Unloved and bullied, but somehow managed to find her way in the world among the dispute between the Titans and the Olympians, through wit and witchcraft. She was banished to Aiaia for making some monsters, but thrived in her isolation and even managed to snag clever-witted Odysseus (on his long way home) and sired a son from him. It’s Greek mythology, from feminist perspective, because we (women) can all relate to Circe. Downplayed, mansplained and thought irrelevant, but she managed to find her way in the world. Miller is definitely an expert in making Greek mythology easy to read and relate to the modern life
The characters were too confusing. However, I really enjoyed reading about her life and adventures. The research Miller did was amazing and the way she wrote was too. It was a bit slow for me though.
do kirke jsem se zamilovala rychleji, než jsem čekala. ten poetický jazyk, kterým je kniha přeložena, je naprosto úchvatný a krásně vdechuje celému příběhu onu božskou povahu. jsem ráda, že jsem se konečně ke čtení knihy dostala, a mohla jsem společně s kirke zažívat první lásky, chodit bosa po písku a připravovat silné lektvary, ale zároveň jsem s ní hořela na popel a začala chápat, o čem ten život vlastně je. nedokážu ani popsat, jak moc jsem si čtení užila, i když jsem četla v průměru 20 stran denně. je to ta kniha, která vás donutí zamilovat se do antiky, díky ní skutečně pocítíte, jak se asi tehdy žilo, a dá vám to jiskru naděje, že všichni tihle bohové skutečně někdy existovali. kirke se dostala na žebříček mých nejoblíbenějších knih vůbec, což je velmi ojedinělé. doufám, že se brzy pustím do achilleovy písně, kterou také napsala miller. . 5*/5* prosím vás, i když nejse fanoušci antického řecka, tohle si přečtěte, už jen kvůli tomu nádhernému jazyku.
Mythology takes on a human face in the this "revisionist history" of the witch Circe infamously known for turning Odysseus's crew into swine during their Odyssey. Set in the Age of Heroes, we follow Circe nymph daughter of Helios, the Titan god of the Sun as she navigates the angst of isolation and anxiety of being the neglected child while she lives amongst the Titans. Filled with the classic tales of the ancient gods told in a first-hand, gossip like manner we meet Prometheus, Hermes, Scylla, Jason, Icarus, Athena and many more. The real strength comes from turning epic names into intimate faces with all the fears and envies you'd expect from mortals. Building on this, themes of love, loneliness, friendship, betrayal, cynicism and mortality are all center stage. Especially enjoyable for amateur historians and lovers of the ancient world, this one is a crowd pleaser overall.
This was super cool! Gods are CRAZY.
I can't put to words how beautiful this book is. I absolutely enjoyed it, and plus; how this book ended,I feel like that's how a good book should end. An absolutely amazing book.
easiest 5 ☆’s ever “but in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. such a constellation was he to me.” oh my goD que hermoso libro!!! it was a bit slow but sooo rewarding, me identifiqué mucho con circe, sus struggles, sus sueños y su preciosa habilidad de evolucionar and find strength even in her darkest times. adoré la forma en que se manejó el tiempo, as a goddess she spent so much time alone and I loved the little moments of human love and connection that made her existence worth it. y pensé dear goodness como es que miss miller va a superar tsoa?? and folks she did it again and did it bETTER.
I really enjoyed the general feel of this book. It felt very all of like I imagine the gods could be. I was almost constantly like "Can this woman catch a break?" And honestly? The answer is apparently no. I loved her as a character and I appreciate the way her magic was made very... Real. The ending was good and very satisfying.
I began reading this book and at once I knew I would hate Circe. I'm confused as to where the feminism was in this novel, and am incredibly disappointed that it is constantly recommended as a powerfully feminist retelling. I am sure one could write a better and more 'feminist' novel about this character than the one we have been given. However, the book is well-written and it possesses an engaging plot. The issue I have is that the main character was far too annoying and the prose made her worse at many times. I was more interested in everyone else, especially her sister, her mother, and Penelope. The ending was unsatisfactory, and I am baffled because I felt no reasoning behind why she fell in love with someone who is the child of her former lover, and her own son's brother.
"Antes pensaba que los Dioses son lo opuesto a la muerte, pero ya veo que están más muertos que nada, pues son inmutables y no pueden tomar nada en sus manos." She is the moment.
To all the people who hyped up this book: yall should read the odessey and shut up. It takes a special talent to take a character so powerfull and make her disgustingly mundane. Circe did not deserve this. She deserved to be written as the badass she is.
Im gonna read Song of Achilles cuz i the sections of romance were the most intriguing
Highlights
They do not care if you are good. They barely care if you are wicked. The only thing that makes them listen is power.
But what did it matter?
girl- 😭
I had seen him in such moods. Every petty defect of the world enraged him, all the waste and stupidity and slowness of men, and all the irritants of nature too, biting flies and warping wood and the briars that ripped his cloak.
i do not claim this man, i only claim the epic musical ody 😭
"What was his best part?”
“His lover, Patroclus. He didn’t like me much, but then the good ones never do. Achilles went mad when he died; nearly mad, anyway.”
istg madeline i didnt need a reminder 😭
He did not finish. His rib cage cracked and began to bulge. I heard the sound of flesh rupturing wetly, the pops of breaking bone. His nose ballooned from his face, and his legs shriveled like a fly sucked by a spider. He fell to all fours. He screamed, and his men screamed with him. It went on for a long time.
dasuv
Though I was a god, and she a mortal. She would fight the whole world.
Jason stirred. The spell was fading.
“Niece,” I said, “I will not keep you against your will. But if you ever—”
“No,” she said. “I want nothing more from you.”
medea lowkey a bitch bro
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
He looked up, the fire caught in his face. “Do you sing?”
That was another thing about him. He made you want to spill your secrets.
I went there every day. The brine stung my skin, and he was often too busy with admiring guests to give me more than the briefest smile, but I did not mind.
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No, I thought. My grandfather’s halls are filled with shining nymphs and muscled river-gods, but I would rather gaze on you than any of them.
Once when I was young I asked what mortals looked like. My father said, “You may say they are shaped like us, but only as the worm is shaped like the whale.”
Is there a moment that a heart cracks? But a cracked heart was not enough, and I had grown wise enough to know it. I kissed him and left him there.
I had been holding up the sky, and he had not noticed.
But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.
When we are young, we think ourselves the first to have each feeling in the world.
You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more deeply to see.
When he was gone, would I be like Achilles, wailing over his lost lover Patroclus? I tried to picture myself running up and down the beaches, tearing at my hair, cradling some scrap of old tunic he had left behind. Crying out for the loss of half my soul.
Circe, he says, it will be alright.
[…]
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.
He could shuck truths from men like oyster shells
Great gods smell fear like sharks smell blood
Someone's daughter was changed into a bird. Boreas and Apollo quarreled over the youth they loved and he died. Boreas smiled slyly from his feasting couch. His gusty voice made the torches flicker. "You think I'd let Apollo have him? He does not deserve such a flower. I blew a discus into the boy's head, that showed the Olympian prig." The sound of my uncles' laughter was a chaos, the squeaks of dolphins, seal barks, water slapping rocks. A group of nereids passed, eel-belly white, on their way home to their salt halls.
You cannot know how frightened gods are of pain. There is nothing more foreign to them, and so nothing they ache more deeply to see.
Conditions, constrainment. These were novelties to my father, and gods love nothing more than novelty.