This started off so promising. The premise really intrigued me, and the main character has a giant dog named Hippo (for Hippolyta), but the writing gets bogged down with a lot of unnecessary first-person thought and the plot could've been wrapped up fifty pages sooner. Most disappointing, though, was that this is a book about Artemis, the Greek goddess of the hunt, in present-day New York City, but her story basically revolves around three different men: Theo, the love interest (he's nerdy! but he's strong! everyone loves him! the only woman who doesn't love him like that is gay!); Apollo, her brother; and Orion, her first love. It's a waste of potential, especially considering Artemis is a perfect opportunity for an ace main character.