A freshly dog-eared review
Hades Wants a Girlfriend and Persephone Wants Answers
I bought this book because a stranger on the subway had it face up on her lap, cover practically glowing under the fluorescent lights, and I am, apparently, the kind of person who makes life decisions based on strangers’ paperbacks. I do not regret it. I also do not think it’s as good as everyone online insisted it was. Both things are true and I need you to sit with that for a second before we go further.
| Author | Scarlett St. Clair |
| Published | 2020 (self-published, later picked up by Bloom Books) |
| Genre | Romantasy, Greek mythology retelling |
| Format | Book one of the Hades x Persephone series (six books and counting) |
| Reception | A BookTok breakout with a genuinely split fanbase: beloved for the tropes, criticized for pacing and the god-of-the-dead-dates-a-college-student premise |
| Our rating | 3.5/5 |
| Read it if | you want low-stakes, high-heat mythology romance with zero interest in being literary |
| Skip it if | you need your Greek myths accurate or your romantic leads to have functional communication skills |
A goddess, a gambling problem, and a god who owns a nightclub
Here’s the setup, and I promise I’m not going to wreck it for you. Persephone Rosi is a goddess in disguise, living as a mortal journalism student in New Athens because her mother Demeter is smothering and paranoid about prophecies. She wants to be a normal girl with a normal internship at a normal magazine. Fine. Great premise. Then she walks into a casino called Nevernight that happens to be owned by Hades, who is not so much the brooding lord of the underworld from your mythology textbook as he is a hoodie-wearing club owner with trust issues and a tendency to make reckless bets with mortal souls.
They make a deal. Of course they make a deal, it’s that kind of book. Persephone loses a bet and now owes Hades a favor, and Hades, being a petty ancient deity, decides the favor is going to be helping him rig his casino’s fortunes by having her touch things and make them bloom, since her whole goddess deal is spring and fertility. It’s silly. I want to be clear that I knew it was silly while I was reading it and I kept reading anyway, at one in the morning, in a hotel room in Cleveland during a work trip I do not remember a single useful detail about except that I finished forty percent of this book instead of sleeping.
The bones of the plot are pure mythology cosplay: contracts with gods, forbidden fruit, the pull between the underworld and the world above. St. Clair knows her source material enough to hit the beats you want (yes, there is a pomegranate scene, and yes, it lands) while junking basically everything else about how these gods actually behave in the myths. If you’re precious about that, this is not your book.
What actually works, and what made me want to throw the book across the room
Look, the chemistry works. That’s the whole engine of this thing and I won’t pretend it doesn’t run. The push and pull between Hades and Persephone, the way he’s clearly infatuated with her but too emotionally constipated (an actual millennia-old god, and somehow still worse at feelings than a nineteen year old) to say so, the scene where he shows up at her apartment building just to watch her window from across the street like the world’s most powerful stalker: it’s trashy in the way a good telenovela is trashy. I felt it. I’m not going to pretend I didn’t.
Here’s the thing though. The pacing in the middle third sags hard. There’s a stretch where it’s just Persephone doing internship stuff and going back and forth to the casino and I found myself skimming, actively skimming, waiting for either a god to show up or something to combust. St. Clair also leans on jealousy and miscommunication as her primary plot engine more than I’d like, the classic “neither of these people will just say the true thing they’re feeling” trope stretched a little thin by book’s end. And can we talk about the age and power dynamic for a second? Hades is ancient. Persephone reads, emotionally, like she’s in her very early twenties. The book does gesture at “well, she’s a goddess too, technically ageless,” but it never fully earns that gesture, and I know I’m supposed to just accept the genre convention here, and mostly I did, but there was a moment on my subway ride home (see, I told you the subway thing mattered) where I looked up from my phone and thought, wait, am I actually comfortable with this, and had to sit with it for a stop or two before deciding, yeah, it’s fantasy, I’m fine, keep reading.
Is it well written? Not particularly, no. The prose is functional, sometimes clunky, occasionally repetitive with the descriptions of Hades’s eyes (a lot of “shadowed” and “swirling,” friends). But is it compulsively readable in the specific way that only certain trashy paperbacks manage? Also yes. I don’t fully trust my own rave here because I read half of it sleep deprived and susceptible to anything with a god in a hoodie, and that’s worth admitting.
You can grab a copy here if you want to see for yourself: A Touch of Darkness on Amazon.
Every myth about the underworld is really a myth about what we’re willing to trade for what we want, and this book knows that better than it knows how to write a transition scene.
About Scarlett St. Clair
Scarlett St. Clair started this series as a self-published book because she wanted more Hades and Persephone content and the internet, correctly, agreed with her. She’s built an entire career now on taking beloved myths (Hades and Persephone, Achilles and Briseis, King Arthur) and running them through a horny, modern, extremely online lens. She’s prolific in a way that should probably make traditionally published authors nervous, and she clearly writes fast and revises less, which you can feel on the page, for better and worse. She knows exactly what her readers want and gives it to them book after book, which is its own kind of skill even when the prose isn’t winning any awards.
If this scratched an itch, read these next
- Lore Olympus by Rachel Smythe: the webcomic that arguably kicked off this entire Hades and Persephone renaissance, and honestly does the emotional beats with more nuance.
- A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas: if you want the same “mortal girl gets tangled with an ancient, powerful, broody man” energy but with fae instead of gods.
- Neon Gods by Katee Robert: another Hades and Persephone retelling, but leaning fully into dark romance instead of romantasy, for when you want the heat turned up and the myth trimmed down.
- Circe by Madeline Miller: the palate cleanser, for when you want Greek mythology handled with actual literary craft.
For your book club
- Does the age and power gap between Hades and Persephone bother you, or does the “she’s secretly ageless” framing resolve it for you?
- Persephone spends much of the book pretending to be mortal. What does that choice cost her, and is it worth it?
- Is the casino setting a clever modernization of the underworld, or does it undercut the mythological weight of the story?
- How do you feel about miscommunication as the primary source of conflict between the two leads?
- If you know the original myth, which changes bothered you most, and which did you actually prefer to the source material?
Still thinking about the underworld
If this one had you googling Greek mythology at 2am the way it had me, you’re exactly the reader we write for. Check out more of our book reviews for what to read next while you wait for your library hold on book two.