Anything and everything I know about Greece is from mythology. When I was but a young, impressionable lass, my parents used to coerce me into reading for a half hour before bed in order to help mold me into the genius I am today. Upon my mother’s instruction, I read a picture book about the gods and goddesses of Olympus. It quickly became my favorite book. However, I soon graduated from picture books to anthologies of Greek myth. I have read Edith Hamilton’s Timeless Tales of Gods and Heroes so many times that the pages are falling out. When I was in eighth grade, I was thrilled to learn that we would be studying Ancient Greece, mythology included. I’m sure that I impressed and awed my peers with my extensive knowledge and my incessant hand-raising. I was totally that kid who pointed out inaccuracies in other kid’s god or goddess projects. I did my project on Hera and I don’t know why because I don’t particularly like Hera. Needless to say, I received an A plus on my mythology project. So there you have it. I am and have always been a mythology snob.