I went in expecting a tragedy. And it is, in some ways. But it's also a story about survival—not just physical survival, but the survival of the self against a world that wants to define you. Polyphemus's voice is so strong, so fully realized, that I forgot I was reading fiction. He felt like someone I knew. Thoosa's love, Anastasia's loyalty, Galatea's courage—these are the forces that sustain him. And in the end, that's what the book is really about: not the monster, but the people who loved him anyway