This one is from The World’s Wife – which I adore. It was the first of her books I read, and still my favourite. I love it for the same reason I love The Red Tent by Anita Diamant – history retold through the eyes of the women glossed over in the traditional versions of the stories.
Go read Medusa. I somehow can’t help reading it with a snarl on my face. It’s anger, but it’s bitter and sour and sad.
Wasn’t I beautiful
Wasn’t I fragrant and young?
Look at me now.