And since I don’t really have a story to tell here, let’s just get to the review.
“But if they love each other so much, couldn’t they talk it out?”
Toby gave an exasperated laugh. “You get into habits. Ways of being with certain people.”
Fourteen-year-old June’s uncle days of AIDS in the 1980s. He was her godfather and her best friend and she struggles with losing him, on top of normal teenager struggles like her relationship with her sister, fitting in, and making friends.
But then she meets Toby, someone else who misses her uncle. While she has mixed feelings about this guy, she learns that maybe he can help her cope with losing her uncle.
That’s the secret. If you always make sure you’re exactly the person you hoped to be, if you always make sure you know only the very best people, then you won’t care if you die tomorrow.
‘Tell the Wolves I’m Home’ by Carol Rifka Brunt wasn’t what I expected.
Don’t get me wrong. It’s a nice read about love and honesty, friendship and family. There were some good parts and I could recognize myself in the characters at times.
I loved how it explored relationships. From siblings and parent-child to lovers. It’s complex and real.
But I wasn’t hooked to ‘Tell the Wolves I’m Home’.
Some parts were interesting, and others just felt like they were filling the book until we got back to a more interesting part.
It’s hard to write a review like this. Of course it totally personal, but it was too easy for me to put the book away. I’ve read many, many raving reviews as well, so if you’re interested in the book, definitely give it a read.
For me, ‘Tell the Wolves I’m Home’ was a nice read, just not great.