Greece in the age of heroes. Patroclus, an awkward young prince, has been exiled to the court of King Peleus and his perfect son Achilles. Despite their difference, Achilles befriends the shamed prince, and as they grow into young men skilled in the arts of war and medicine, their bond blossoms into something deeper – despite the displeasure of Achilles’ mother Thetis, a cruel sea goddess.
But when word comes that Helen of Sparta has been kidnapped, Achilles must go to war in distant Troy and fulfill his destiny. Torn between love and fear for his friend, Patroclus goes with him, little knowing that the years that follow will test everything they hold dear.
I’ve been thinking about what to write in this review since the moment I finished reading it. But one word came to mind, and that was that I was speechless. I loved this book. I read this book while on holiday in Greece, and I feel like this added to my experience, but really you can read this book wherever and whenever and be blown away by it. The writing is magnificent.
My only problem was the pronunciation of the names. I got easily distracted most of the time trying to figure out how to pronounce the names correctly, and in the end I just gave up and went along with it.
Honestly, the story of Patroclus and Achilles is haunting, beautiful, boyish grins, blood, and love. I loved their relationship, and found myself rooting for them from the start. They were much more than just lovers, but best friends, soul mates, and each others deepest confidants.
The ending broke my heart, and I wanted to reach out and hug Patroclus, and Achilles. This isn’t just a love story, but it also paints the brutality of war, the loss of a child’s innocence, and the price of fame and how arrogance can cost you.
This novel is just rich with everything.