
So anything that takes back a little bit of power from them and highlights the women in mythology, rather than treating them like a side note, is right up my alley. Oh sure, these men might be some big hero or a mighty god but they generally treat the women around them like disposable objects rather than people. The men, who by all accounts, are fuck boys (excuse my language). This idea of taking back the stories of the women in mythology that are often overshadowed by the men is brilliant. I especially enjoy mythology in the same vein as Madeline Miller, Genevieve Gornichec, and now Jennifer Saint. Actually, I love mythology in general and Ariadne was no exception. I love Greek mythology, as some of you might know. That was a quick and resounding ‘YES’ from me. I was super excited when Amelia, the publicist from Flatiron, reached out and asked if I’d like to join a blog tour for Ariadne. I would wear that coronets of snakes, and the world would shrink from me instead.” If the gods held me accountable one day for the sins of someone else, if they came for me to punish a man’s actions, I would not hide away like Pasiphae. “I would be Medusa, if it came to it, I resolved. Hypnotic, propulsive, and utterly transporting, Jennifer Saint’s Ariadne forges a new epic, one that puts the forgotten women of Greek mythology back at the heart of the story, as they strive for a better world. But will Ariadne’s decision ensure her happy ending? And what of Phaedra, the beloved younger sister she leaves behind? Defying the gods, betraying her family and country, and risking everything for love, Ariadne helps Theseus kill the Minotaur. When Theseus, Prince of Athens, arrives to vanquish the beast, Ariadne sees in his green eyes not a threat but an escape. But beneath her golden palace echo the ever-present hoofbeats of her brother, the Minotaur, a monster who demands blood sacrifice. Ariadne, Princess of Crete, grows up greeting the dawn from her beautiful dancing floor and listening to her nursemaid’s stories of gods and heroes.
