Great Goddesses by Nikita Gill

When you dip your toes into the lives of various characters embellished in the Great Goddesses it teaches you a thing or two of the prominence of malevolence and the sparseness of righteousness. For someone who has grown up reading Aunt Charlotte’s Stories of Greek History and Hèlène Adeline Guerber’s Story of the Greeks and Homer’s The Iliad; I’ve unexceptionally familiarized myself with The Grecian Legends and Lore. And yet, with the Great Goddesses I had the pleasure of becoming a voyeur. Unbeknownst to me, it appealed to a dormant yet inherent sense of hope; beyond the phantasmic transitions of ephemerality.

I drank everything The Great Goddesses had to offer me- satiation being the eventual turn out of the whole process. Presumptuous I know, but trust the extravagantly yet effortlessly and effervescently depicted poetic verses of this 248 paged wonder and I think you’ll get the idea.

Each of these pages documents the glossy, erratic, and fervently disassociated lives of the fabled and celebrated power wringers and the underdogs alike of the Olden Greek Ages. The perpetually speculated and preponderantly approbated heroes with their bloodlust and hedonism and debauchery didn’t faze me. But what did, were the allegories of the lesser-known luminaries; Gaia for her warmth, Rhea for her ferocity, Hera for her resilience, Metis’ rationale, Athena’s erudition, Aphrodite’s compassion, Artemis’ dynamism, Amphitrite’s political savvy, Hestia’s benignity, Persephone for her dauntless unapologetic ventures, Helen wasn’t just known for her lascivious transgressions but for her mighty sovereignty and my personal favorites Megara and Medusa; for being casualties of unjustifiable sacrilege and yet exhibiting ardor and vigor.

The Great Goddesses may be a product of opulent phantasm but the divinity that lies within is a beautifully crafted paradox.