The Song of Achilles

I shouldn’t have read it — not because it was bad, but because it didn’t leave me the same.

Miller’s writing is deceptively graceful. Clean, vivid, restrained. I went in for a novel. I came out with an obsession.

This book didn’t just tell a story; it launched me into a deep rabbit hole. Greek mythology, the gods, and all the characters — I couldn’t stop. I found myself exploring their lives, their worldviews. It started with Achilles and Patroclus. Then I needed to understand the myths. Then the gods. Then their worldview — which led to philosophy. That path took me from Homer to Meditations, from mythology to Stoicism. A quiet domino effect. One book knocked them all down.

I’m still somewhere in that rabbit hole — or maybe it’s a black hole. Either way, it started here.

The audiobook:
Professionally done. The narration shifts with the mood — subtle but powerful. In moments of grief, the voice alone could undo you.