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Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monsters
by

Nikita Gill (Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ Author)

Caahpinotti â‹� Ëšï½¡â‹†à¨à§Ëš's review

Jan 06, 2021

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if you, like me, love ð—½ð—¼ð—²ð—ºð˜€ ð—®ð—»ð—± ð—´ð—¿ð—²ð—²ð—¸ ð—ºð˜†ð˜ð—µð—¼ð—¹ð—¼ð—´ð˜†, you will adore this book! ðŸ¥ðŸ‡
nikita gill transforms myths of a thousand years old into ð—¹ð—²ð˜€ð˜€ð—¼ð—»ð˜€ and learnings that are applicable today. her ð—¿ð—²ð—¶ð—»ð˜ð—²ð—¿ð—½ð—¿ð—²ð˜ð—®ð˜ð—¶ð—¼ð—» ð—®ð—»ð—± ð—µð˜‚ð—ºð—®ð—»ð—¶ð˜‡ð—®ð˜ð—¶ð—¼ð—» ð—¼ð—³ ð—ºð˜†ð˜ð—µð—¼ð—¹ð—¼ð—´ð—¶ð—°ð—®ð—¹ ð—®ð—»ð—± ð—±ð—¶ð˜ƒð—¶ð—»ð—² ð—³ð—¶ð—´ð˜‚ð—¿ð—²ð˜€ is mesmerizing and truly stunning ( Ë˜ Â³Ë˜)â™¥ï¸Ž

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ohh, i just want to point out that the reason why i started to read great goddesses: life lessons from myths and monsters is because one of my all time favorite poems is from this book - persephone to hades (by the by, if you are a sucker for hades and persephone, exactement comme moi, you will love this poem as well):

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ð“ªð“¾ð“½ð“»ð“®ð“¼ ð“¹ð“¸ð“®Ì€ð“¶ð“®ð“¼ ð“³'ð“ªð“² ð“ªð“²ð“¶ð“®Ì ð“¬ð“® ð“µð“²ð“¿ð“»ð“®:

â€œYesterday in my garden, I met Demeter
bringing spring roses to bloom while I was wondering,
â€˜How powerful is my motherâ€™s love?â€�
And she planted a kiss on my forehead and answered,
â€˜When Persephone my child was stolen from me,
I plunged the world into darkness.
Not a single flower could bloom or grow.
When she returned, I brought the whole earth
back to life, everything bathed in sunshine.
That is what a motherâ€™s love can do.
It can bring winter in all its fury,
or summer in all its purity.â€�

â€œAs if Poseidon was ever known
for his sweet-tempered generosity.
As if whole fleets donâ€™t lie on the
sea floor, a testament to his fury.â€�

â€œThe night sky is a wolfâ€™s mouth today,
and Artemis, bathed in solitude, is on her wild hunt.
I meet her by the silver lake and ask her
about her alone and would she ever give it up for love.
She laughs as she gestures to the exquisite forest.
â€˜What about love? I have enough.
How can any one person compare to such splendour?
I traded my duties for belonging to myself,
for this wolf-wild heart was not made to surrender.â€�

â€œNo one ever told him monsters arenâ€™t simply born.
Monsters are made by those who nurture them.â€�

â€œEven the dread King and Queen of the Underworld make gentle attempts at compassion in a world that is slowly forgetting how to burn the flames of kindness forever.â€�

â€œHermes asked him how he had made her fall in love. Hephaestus answered, â€˜When I held her, I held her gently so that she always knew she could fly away and I would never harm her or clip her wings.â€� When he looked at his wife, his eyes were soft. â€˜She chose never to leave.â€�

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