Circe – Madeline Miller [BOOK REVIEW]

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WHEN I WAS BORN, the name for what I was did not exist.

 

I was waiting for two whole months to get this book from the library. And I finally had a chance to read Circe from Madeline Miller. A book that everyone was talking about. The only thing you were gonna see on Instagram. Well, here I am – sitting with the cool kids now, I’ve read this book.

The reason I wanted to read this book wasn’t because I wanted to be part of the cool kids. Actually, it was because Greek Mythology has a special place in my heart. See, I was born in Macedonia, a country full of history, and so very close to Greece, where histories and cultures and traditions match and mix.

When I was in school, our teachers focused hard on history. Especially Roman and Greek Mythology. So yes, I grew up with Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey  and yes, I know all the gods out there, what they do, who they married, who their children are.

I have read about Circe, but I have never given her any meaning, as she is not mentioned a lot in Homer’s works, as you might already know. And then suddenly, there is a book about her life. I had to read it!

AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT! FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART!

 

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This might be my favorite book of 2018!

 

I enjoyed Madeline’s writing style. It was so explanatory and calm, and soothing, like swimming in nice calm waters. You would just gulp her words as you read, and before you know it, you have read 200 pages.

Circe, oh Circe! Her character was so well described – such a strong powerful woman. We start with her childhood, to her growing up, and we follow the process of how she learned things the hard way, how she is naive, and then suddenly isn’t, how she discovers the power she holds within, despite everyone else mocking her and saying otherwise. We see how she decides to say no, how she is not afraid to be a rebel, and how she suffers, and loves, and protects, and cares, and survives, and lives!

You will read a story about the love a mother has toward her child, the love a woman has toward her man, the love a son has towards her mother, the love for freedom, the love for glory…

If you love Greek Mythology, you will get the chance to say hi to some of your favourite gods, nymphs, titans, monsters – Zeus, Athena, Poseidon, Prometheus, Odysseus and many more which I will fail to reveal.

I hardly believe that this is a great book for introducing Greek Mythology to new young readers. I also hardly believe that this book will change the thoughts of many people, the way they see things, the way they live, the way they think.

 

It was one of my favorite things about him: how he always fought for his chance.

 

There are a lot of side characters that give their own meaning to the story as well, and there is also Odysseus, and at times it feels as this is his story, but in the end you realised that this story belongs to Circe only.

 

Do not listen to your enemy, Odysseus had once told me. Look at them. It will tell you everything.

I looked. Armed and armored, she was (Athena), from head to foot, helmet, spear, aegis, greaves. A terrifying vision: the goddess of war, ready for battle. But why had she assembled such a panoply against me, who knew nothing of combat? Unless there was something else she feared, something that made her feel somehow stripped and weak.

Instinct carried me forward, the thousand hours I had spent in my father’s halls, and with Odysseus polymetis, man of so many wiles.

 

To all of you out there – please take your time to read this book! It will leave you breathless, inspired, motivated and it will change your life forever. It changed my life – that’s for certain!

 

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Postcard from Rhode Island – RandomActsofCards

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It has been a while since I have shared the postcards I’ve received. This year, I’ll try to post a bit more, as I know you love looking at the lovely postcard!

I received this postcard from the lovely reddit page – RandomActsofCards!

Special thank you to /u/sweetbabysister for sending me this postcard! I have only a few states in this format, and I am really looking forward to collecting them all 🙂

Do you like sending postcards, and how did you start doing it?

A New Beginning

Life is full of ups and downs. And I never knew I would be the one to get hit that hard.

But I did.

Life hit me hard – right in the chest, where it hurts the most.

I was sailing with my little boat on those not very calm waters, and I found myself between two little islands. Two lovely islands, both of them, with promising future ahead of them. Both of them unconditionally welcoming me on board.

Both of them smiling at me through the sunset reflection in the sea.

When sunset comes, I knew those islands were different.

One was warm and loving, fields full of calmness and wisdom. One was tough and rough, with deep blue lakes full of troubles.

One made me feel settled. The other one made me feel alive.

I was so close to the first island. I could almost see the comfort from my boat. I could see the welcoming branches from the trees waving at me. It was nice to know someone wants me there.

But when I looked on the other side, I saw the deep lakes on the other island, and I knew how dangerous they were. But yet, something about that danger pulled me towards it. I didn’t know whether it would be worth it, but I decided I’ll turn around and see what this island has to offer me.

I turned the boat around, and as soon as I did it, a huge storm hit me and my boat.

My boat snapped, and I was alone in the cold waters, swimming on my own towards the new island full of troubles. I was left to cope with my troubles alone, on my own, in the deep sea waters.

After an eternity, I finally made it! I was there, on the island. I wasn’t welcomed like I would expect, but I had a shelter – a little house made from branches.

The island had troubles of its own, coping with his own demons, leaving me and my sadness alone. Never trying to help me – thinking I could help myself.

At this point, I lost everything I’ve ever had, everything I’ve ever loved, and I found a shelter. I even found warmth in the coldness of this little troubled island.

But the island was right – I did help myself. Not knowingly – yet I did. I started building a new boat – bigger, and gaining resources in order to survive. I did all of that.

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After a while – the island started showing me its hidden mysteries. I discovered places and caves about this island that I never knew existed. He showed me even those deep lakes, that I was so afraid to touch. But there I was, witnessing the warmth of this island, even though he’ll never admit it happened.

The island would whisper to me the most sad stories of its existence, how people lived here, and he lost them. How pirates would come and steal what he’s got. How he’d even throw away the person that stayed on his island for a while, just so he would have the capability to provide a shelter for me to live on this island now.

Thinking I’d only find trouble, but wanting to see what those deep lakes hide within themselves, I have found an island that can shelter me, warm me, help me survive, without him even knowing it.

Leaving behind an island that promised me all the comfort and support, I have found an island that would care and love me without even wanting or trying to.

I still miss my old boat though, I never wanted for it to crash. But sometimes, we break thing without meaning to. And sometimes, when we follow our heart and find special islands, there will be nobody to tell us they’re proud of us. But deep inside, I know they are.

 

 

 

 

UK Postcards Giveaway! 

Hello guys! 

I have lots of postcards that I want to send out, and I would love to send it out to you, my dear followers. 

If you like a postcard, comment on the post or contact me, and I will send you an email for your address. 

I hope you all have an amazing day today! 

St Patrick’s day!

Dear Patti Ann (IndieGal_60) ,

I need to say a huge thanks for this St Patrick’s day card! It is the first one I’ve ever gotten. It seems I’m lucky. ( such a bad St Patrick’s day joke, right? 😀 )

I love St Patrick’s day, even though we don’t celebrate it here in Macedonia. I’ve always wanted to dress all in green and celebrate with parades in big cities like Chicago or Boston, to shout and be happy and to try the green beer too!

When I think about it, isn’t it sad, how we are supposed to be happy only for St Patrick’s day? Why aren’t we happy every day instead? And fool around wearing green, or blue, or whatever we feel like wearing… Why don’t we just make our days to be holidays every day, eh? And be happy all the time.

I remember I’ve read this somewhere: “Let’s eat cake every day. It’s somebody’s birthday somewhere! ”

Happy (I know I’m late) St Partick’s day !

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Neat & Keen – The Great Crane Giveaway

I received something very unusual. It was a brown envelope and when I opened it a brochure came out of it and The Great Crane Postcard. I honestly don’t remember how I applied for this, or how it came to me, but I am so glad it did!

The 5 x 7 inch origami crane is a 3-color silkscreen print signed, numbered, and printed by hand at Neat & Keen Studios by John Everett Morton in DeKalb, IL. While 1000 is quite a bit for a limited edition print, it relates to the Japanese tradition of folding 1000 origami cranes in return for good luck or one wish granted.

For more details visit: http://www.NeatandKeen.com/crane-giveaway

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The Great Crane postcard

How to make a postcard from a single piece of paper. DIY

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Hello guys. Today I’m going to let you inside my world. You’ll get the opportunity to see how I make my drawing postcards, and maybe it will be an inspiration for you to make one too, and show it to me after. 😉

You are probably wondering what you’ll need, so here is the list of requirements:

– Piece of paper (yes, one piece of paper. Only one. A4 format.)
– Pencil
– Rubber
– Glue
– Whatever else you think you’ll need to express your creativity (coloring pencils, ribbons, stickers, markers and more.. )
– I used retractable knife for cutting the paper, but I sometimes just fold the paper and then rip it out.

And yes, that’s all you need to make a handmade postcard. Oh also, creativity. You’ll need that too, but I’m sure you have lots of creativity inside you, so it won’t be a problem.

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