Welcome to Litsy!

“confusedly in confusion,” huh? Where was the editor?

I‘m trying to read the tagged because it‘s due back to the library and I‘ll be out of town for a week so I have to get it back later to finish, but then #DannyBoy said, “Mama, snuggles,” and put his paws in my hand 🥲
#catsofLitsy

Listened on audio, narrated by the author. I always enjoy listening to these retelling of women in Greek mythology. I always love how sometimes as Haynes is reading she sounds like an exhausted woman, like seriously why are we still having to fight these fights…like a majority of women do. I love the authors perspective (my 10 year old would love them too but she needs to get a little older, she loves mythology & definitely want her to gain a more

“I would have worn the crown of snakes, and it would have been the world to run away from me”
#JenniferSaint#GreekMythology#Arianna#AncientGreece

Dammit, new books display at the library got me again. I need to finish Know My Name and Not My Type before I can start on these, plus I have two others I started ages ago that keep getting bumped because they‘re mine. Oh, and an audiobook.

I need more time to read. And concentration, definitely.

Divine Might by Natalie Haynes 🎧 read by the author.
Enjoyed this book tremendously, a deep look into Greek goddesses that walked the world so long ago, yet sometimes I wonder if they‘re still here. Who they were in myth, literature, pop culture. I only wish my audio book projected pictures of all the artwork. 😅

Another great read from Mary Beard. She makes Rome and Greece fascinating

Rarely have I been so glad to leave a book on train and walk away. It's a good job I'm not an editor: I'd have told Mary Renault to cut 200+ pages.

Wave by wave it came lapping up, lifting the stranded ships, knocking their sides together. We prepared to remove the camp out of its path, not knowing how far to fly. But at the place where we found them first, the waters halted. Next morning they had sunk again. And this, as we learned when we'd found an interpreter for the Indians, Ocean does twice a day.

Whatever they say in Alexandria, I promise this is no market-tale.

Some say the Wise God's heaven is a rose-garden. For me, it is the heights. After all, he lives there. Watching the dawn on snow no birds had touched, I shivered with joy.