Seventeen-year-old Charlie Davis, a white girl living on the margins, thinks she has little reason to live: her father drowned himself her bereft and abusive mother kicked her out her best friend, Ellis, is nearly brain dead after cutting too deeply and she's gone through unspeakable experiences living on the street. The mortal characters are all vibrant, original, and authentic, but none is more captivating than the goddess of love herself, who teaches her husband that love is an art form worthy of respect and admiration.Īn unforgettable romance so Olympian in scope, human at its core, and lyrical in its prose that it must be divinely inspired.Īfter surviving a suicide attempt, a fragile teen isn't sure she can endure without cutting herself.
Scheherazade has nothing on Berry ( The Emperor’s Ostrich, 2017, etc.), whose acute eye for detail renders the glittering lights of Paris as dreamlike in their beauty as the soul-sucking trenches on the French front are nightmarishly real. The resulting interweaving story is an epic of Shakespearean emotional depth and arresting visual imagery that nonetheless demonstrates the racism and sexism of the period. Vacillating between the present and the past, the goddess’s narrative centers on Aubrey, an African American musician Colette, a Belgian singer Hazel, a wide-eyed British pianist and her paramour, James, an aspiring architect (the latter three are white), who are all brought together by happenstance during the First World War. To exonerate herself of the crime of adultery, she weaves an intricate tale of mortal love during wartime that demonstrates the endurance of the human spirit. In a Manhattan hotel on the eve of World War II, Hephaestus catches his wife, Aphrodite, in a compromising position with his brother Ares. Love’s enduring power faces off against the horrors of war in this sumptuous Greek mythology–inspired romantic page-turner.
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