Look, I get it: The fates and furies of Greek mythology, secretly controlling the lives of mere mortals, are really just us. We, by accident or intention, affect the path of each other's lives. It's an interesting theme. But my problem with the book is how unrealistic the characters are: They carry lifelong grudges and wounds and wait decades to exact revenge. Who does that? In real life, people have a sense of humor about each other's mistakes, get distracted by the day-to-day concerns of upcoming travels, life milestones, work stress. Things that used to outrage is fade into the past and move on. We're not characters in a Greek tragedy.