Reading progress update: I've read 152 out of 339 pages.

Circe - Madeline Miller

I've always been intrigued by the story of Medea, and in this re-telling it is a story that carries a punch to the gut with it. So, so, sad, and yet again, so beautifully told.

I had never seen him so angry before. I had never seen him angry at all. Even so, his face was beautiful, like the waves when they lift their storm-heads. I could still ask for his forgiveness; it was not too late. I could say she tricked me. I was his foolish sister, who trusted too easily and could not see into the cracks of the world. Then he would come ashore and we might – but my imagination would not finish the thought. Behind him at their oar benches sat his men. They stared straight ahead. They had not stirred, not even to brush off a fly or scratch an itch. Their faces were slack and empty, their arms covered in scars and crusted scabs. Old burns.

I had lost him long ago.