What if tales of old weren't written by men about men for men? Hard not to measure it against Circe, which is a more thoughtful take on a similar idea, especially when the audiobook is read by a narrator who leans a little too far into the archness of Atwood's story, so that Penelope ends up sounding like a sassy Manhattan socialite rather than the world-weary but stoic voice that I had in my head from reading it on the page.