Eat, Read, and Be Mommy

That, my friends, was a bad play on words–as in, I’m done with The Golden Fleece and the Heroes Who Lived Before Achilles AND I’m SO done with reading about Greek myths. I’ve never been much of an aficionado, but as an adult women, the sexism and raging immaturity and lack of self-restraint made me want to beat my head against a wall. I suppose it was their way of making sense of what probably seemed a harsh and often senseless world, but OH MY GOSH. If you like Greek myths, you’ll probably enjoy this, but be warned–it was published in 1921, which (combined with the topic) makes for a very stylized, bard-of-old kind of storytelling. If you’re feeling that, go for this one. If not, well, probably don’t!