The Song of Achilles

I have always had a passing curiosity in the characters from Greek mythology. My interest lies solely in the grand structures, tools, artistry, and sculptures of the era; it is a very material love. So, why was I so entirely engrained and riveted by the story in “The Song of Achilles,” a whimsical novel that weaves together the great Greek myths? The answer is simple. I was utterly captivated by the beauty of it.

“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

To me, this book was a masterpiece. It's a story that electrifies the senses with its descriptions of first love and shatters the core with its vehement use of subtle characterizations. It pays close attention to wavering feelings of pain, stress, lust, empathy, and courage, among many others. Madeline Miller is a virtuoso. She establishes a captivating narrative from the get-go, which ebbs and flows until the last heartfelt page.

Okay, if you're still with me at this point, you're probably thinking, “We get it, Chris; you're gushing and gushing about the story; let's move it along.” Alright, alright, I hear you loud and clear.