This seems like a great story, but I tend to read right before bed and this book (don't laugh) is legitimately too scary to read just before sleep. I found myself constantly terrified for the two young female protagonists. Perhaps I'll try again sometime when I have more time to read during the day.
Gorgeous language, fascinating little historical tidbits - I genuinely had no idea Asherah was part of early Judaism, for example. I'm feeling a new special interest coming on.
Madeline Miller and Costanza Cosati (and let's add Emily H. Wilson to that) with their grace and lyricality have spoiled me. I thought that since this was similar subject matter I'd like it, and it does look to be a perfectly serviceable story. But the constant Americanisms are jarring, and the overall writing style just isn't clicking for me (wrote the picky English major) Maybe some other time.
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