The reason? This was one of the last books that my Nanny bought me before being diagnosed with cancer for the second time. She used to buy me books all the time when book companies visited the retirement home that she worked at, but when she was diagnosed with a brain tumour, she stopped going to work. She stopped buying me books.
She bought me this when I was about ten years old. I had never heard of any Greek myths before, aside from those featured on the television show Xena the Warrior Princess, which my brother and I were obsessed with. I started reading this, and I got sucked in. I was fascinated to learn all about these Greek gods who could fly, and turn into animals. And about the kings who made deals with these gods only to break their contracts. I loved reading about the monsters, and the creatures, and the woman who gave birth to eggs (Leda, in case you were wondering). The mythology fascinated me.
Ever since the day I began reading this book, I've been in loved Greek myths. It's more than love now, it's an obsession. It's a genuine love of mine, and I found it through the best circumstances. But that's not why I'm thankful. I'm thankful because I can now pick up this book, and as well as reading the stories for the hundredth time, I can remember my Nanny and how she was before she became ill.