The Song of Achilles
I LOVED THIS BOOK. i picked it up a little bit on a whim from amazon’s not-a-library library, and ended up tearing through it in 3 days (which is remarkable for me, now that i am old and my attention span is shit).
the book itself is told from the point of view of patroclus, starting from the time he’s fostered by achilles’s father, and also: it is explicitly gay (which is really the #1 thing i require from my achilles-related stories; sorry cishets, he’s ours!!!). obviously: it is a tragedy, but the ending is — about as happy as you can get from a retelling of the tragedy of achilles.
one of the things i really like about ancient greek tragedies is the sense of impending doom over all of them — so many of these stories, the main characters know their fate and try to escape it, but find it’s inescapable and their struggles only make things worse. that feeling suffuses every page of this book, and the ending had enough grace to make me weep like a baby.
My Sister the Serial Killer
this — was okay, i guess. i think i would have liked it better if i’d read it a couple years ago or read it a couple of years in the future — the main character’s determination to stay tied to a shitty person Because Of Family was thoroughly unsatisfying for me, a person who is effectively an orphan now, thanks to deliberately cutting bad family putting me in a bad place out of my life. i wanted to like this more than i did, and — again, it was fine, just not for me, i think.