I have a moderate interest in Greek mythology, which is why I picked Circe up in the first place. It took me a while to read, not because it was boring, but because I’d call it a slow burn. And now? I can’t stop thinking about it. This is a retelling of the story of Circe, the witch goddess of Aiaia who turns men into pigs (don’t worry, they totally deserve it). She’s the daughter of the Titan Helios and is best known from The Odyssey, where she’s just a brief detour in Odysseus’s journey. Miller gives her center stage and fleshes out her full, epic life, spanning thousands of years and intersecting with the stories of gods, monsters, and mortals alike. Circe has always been a side character in someone else’s myth. In this book, she finally gets to be the star. When I first finished it, I said I liked it. Now that it’s had time to marinate, I’d say I loved it.