If she were to ask, I'm happy to hold my hands up to Madeline Miller and say, "It's not you, it's me." I can appreciate that this is a great piece of writing, but it did nothing for me. The first 70 pages or so had me interested, but then after the Cenotaur appeared I just lost the plot and became bored. The only thing that kept me going was the occasional mentions of Hector, which allowed me to think: 
 Other than that, this book was wasted on me. Sorry, everyone.