I did not know the Achilles myth very well at all (partially on purpose, knowing I would read this book one day), and I’m glad I didn’t. The foreshadowing meant I was able to guess what would happen but it was still nice to not know for certain what route the plot would take. 

My favourite part was the character building. Miller does a fantastic job of setting out the lives of these boys, giving enough detail so you know who they are and what drives them, while still jumping forward towards their destined futures. Their love felt raw and real in a very beautiful and, naturally, tragic way. 

Miller’s writing style mirrored that of classic stories, feeling as if you are looking at a very in depth tapestry as it hops from moment to moment. This was one of the things I loved, but also the only thing that also wasn’t perfect for me. I felt it worked in so many ways, but in a couple of instances, it felt too staccato, with not enough detail. A couple of key scenes I had to reread to understand what was actually happening and why. However, this was my only gripe with the book and beside that it was fantastic.