Helen of Troy
A Novel
by Margaret George
Overview
From the Publisher
A lush, seductive novel of the legendary beauty whose face "launched a thousand ships".
Daughter of a god, wife of a king, prize of antiquity's bloodiest war, Helen of Troy has inspired artists for millennia. Now Margaret George, the highly acclaimed bestselling historical novelist, has turned her intelligent, perceptive eye to the myth that is Helen of Troy.
Margaret George breathes new life into the great Homeric tale by having Helen narrate her own story. Through her eyes and in her voice, we experience the young Helen's discovery of her divine origin and her terrifying beauty. While hardly more than a girl, Helen married the remote Spartan king Menelaus and bore him a daughter. By the age of twenty, the world's most beautiful woman was resigned to a passionless marriage-until she encountered the handsome Trojan prince Paris. And once the lovers flee to Troy, war, murder, and tragedy become inevitable.
In Helen of Troy, Margaret George has captured a timeless legend in a mesmerizing tale of a woman whose life was destined to create strife-and destroy civilizations.
My thoughts
Margaret George has nailed it again with a very well written book that will keep you on the edge of your chair! She makes you love and hate the characters she describes, and her stories are so lifelike they will invade your dreams and your waking thoughts! I was truly held spellbound by this book!
I would like to note that there is a fair bit of violence in the book as wars are fought. There is no way around it in the telling of the story but at times it can be heartbreaking stuff.
Favorte Passage
"Helen--" He paused and took a very deep breath, a breath meant to stop the next words. But it was an inadequate dam; the words spilled over it. "You are all they say you are. Oh, you know that all too well! How many foolish fumbling mouths have spat it out? Yes, your beauty is ... godesslike. But it is not your beauty that draws me, it is something else, something I cannot even frame in words." He looked up at the dark ceiling and laughed. "You see how it robs me of speech, how it cannot be expressed? But not being able to express it makes it no less real. I feel you, Helen, in my deepest part, and yet I have no words to describe it."