However, as I dig into the book, I learned that it is both a place and a state of being. The first thing that really intrigued was the title, Middlesex. I initially believed it was an allusion to rich sexual overtones. If I were to rank all the nearly 600 books I’ve read over the years, this is one of those on top. It certainly deserves all the accolades that it got, including that Pulitzer Prize citation. The moment I started reading I just wanted to know how it is going to end. There is a boldness to the story that I can barely keep my hands off it. I was just in awe, from the compelling story to the way it was told. I have never been swept away by a book before the way Middlesex did. Why do readers keep on recommending it? What is this book’s allure that it has become so irresistible? To find out, I lined it up for my 2017 Top 20 Books To Read and as the year is about to draw to a close, I finally got the time to delve in it. I have encountered it numerous times in list challenges and made me ask myself numerous questions. I really got excited when I was finally able to avail a copy of the book. But alas, my fortunes aren’t holding up until I came across a copy in a local book store. With my curiosity piqued, I tried my best to avail a copy of the book. But to be honest, I didn’t have any iota of the book’s existence until recently when I encountered the 1001 Books You Must Read Before You Die. Lyrical and thrilling, Middlesex is an exhilarating reinvention of the American epic.įirst off, Middlesex is one of the most eye-catching book titles that I have ever encountered. To understand why Calliope is not like other girls, she has to uncover a guilty family secret and the astonishing genetic history that turns her into Cal, one of the most audacious narrators in contemporary fiction. So begins the breathtaking story of Calliope Stephanides and three generations of the Greek-American Stephanides family, who travel from a tiny village overlooking Mount Olympus in Asia Minor to Prohibition-era Detroit, witnessing its glory days as the Motor City, and the race riots of 1967, before they move out to the tree-lined streets of suburban Grosse Pointe, Michigan.
I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960 and then again as a teenage boy in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.
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