My heart hurts. Curse you Madeline Miller. Curse your beautiful writing. And curse you for bringing these characters to life.

Now excuse me while I go cry my eyes.

I just can't wait for the pain [b:Circe|35959740|Circe|Madeline Miller|https://images.gr-assets.com/books/1508879575s/35959740.jpg|53043399] is going to bring.

RTC. Eventually. When I'm not a sobbing mess. When I can have a coherent discussion about what this book did to me.

“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”