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We get it, dude. She's hot.

"Welp, at least it can't get any more depres - oh, nevermind."
-Me, reading this book

Holy hell. I need to walk away for the rest of the night because I don't know what to do with these emotions.

NOOOOOOO. WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK.
(that's a start)

I am already in love with this writing and these characters.

Ok but seriously . . . when will it improve?

Although I did like this line -
. . . before looking around at the car park full of more spark plugs, petrol, and testosterone than you can shake a dipstick at.

Ha. A dipstick. Ha. Get it?

I've been promised (if reviews by people I don't know can count as promises) that this gets much better. I really hope so because this is driving me bonkers so far.

I'm feeling unfulfilled lately. While I've enjoyed many books this year, I simply want to be more intentional about getting to the books I really want to read but keep pushing to the back for a "perfect time."

Starting now, I will be reading each of these categories each month:
1. A classic
2. A short story collection
3. A book by a favorite author (this could be new or reread)

Wish me luck. ♥

I see you young blades living dangerously,
a household eaten up, a wife dishonored—
and yet the master will return, I tell you,
to his own place, and soon; for he is near.
So may some power take you out of this,
homeward, and softly, not to face that man
the hour he sets foot on his native ground.
Between him and the suitors I foretell
no quittance, no way out, unless by blood . . .

Ruh-roh, fellas.

. . . and built twelve sties adjoining in this yard to hold the livestock. Fifty sows with farrows were penned in each, bedded upon the earth, while the boars lay outside—fewer by far, as those well-fatted were for the suitor's table, fine pork, sent by the swineherd every day. Three hundred sixty now lay there at night, . . .
I can smell this. 😵

I should have had a soldier's burial and praise from the Akhaians—not this choking waiting for me at sea, unmarked and lonely.

Ah, the good ol' days. Which should I choose . . . death by bloody war or death by drowning in the sea? 🤔