The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller | Review

The Song of Achilles is a marvelous novel written by Madeline Miller. The story follows the life of Patroclus since he was a child to the deeply tragic events during the Trojan War. We meet Patroclus as a child on his father’s court where he is an outsider and an outcast. His life there is brief and he soon goes away to a land ruled by Achilles’ father. Soon after meeting, they become inseparable.

There are no right words to describe my feelings for this book. My heart is at the same time broken in thousands of pieces and fully whole but missing. I haven’t been this touched and in love with a book in a very, very long time (two years and seven months to be exact when I read The Little Paris Bookshop by Nina George).

Natasha Alterici – Heathen (Heathen #1 – #4) | Review

Heathen by Natasha Alterici is a graphic novel dealing with a viking world overlapped with a fantasy plotline surrounding the nordic gods such as Odin and Freya, but also the mighty Valkyries. It deals heavily with LGBT and feminist problems and the whole graphic novel is in my opinion a metaphor for the closeted people who suffer for and because of it.

It was a quite enjoyable read, the illustrations were phenomenal and the characters distinctly different from one another. The dialogue was in my opinion a bit forced and I really could not feel any connection to the characters because of it.
My favorite character is certainly Freya, the goddess of love and the leader of the Valkyries. I find her very enchanting as she should be and very interesting.

Damian Maher – This One Thing | Review

To start I would love to introduce you to the amazing reading experience I just had. When I started receiving books for review I always thought it would be just that, reading and writing a review. But with this book, I experienced so much, so much more.

When I received this book in the mail I didn’t even take the time to look at it since I have so many other books that waited for a review and many books I needed to read for school. But then, one evening I was feeling especially down, and in search of something to cheer me up I felt the pull towards the title “This One Thing” on my shelf. I picked it up and was amazed by the beautiful cover. When I opened the book a piece of paper fell out. I was confused, but simply thought the author was just one of those vain writers that wanted everyone to have their autographs, but as I picked up the piece of paper I realized it was a letter. I found out that the author lived near my home and through that short, but meaningful letter I learned a lot.