Last month, I finally picked up a copy of Tell the Wolves I’m Home. Apparently I wasn’t the last person on earth to read it because I’ve heard from several of you that, after seeing it on my Instagram feed, you picked up a copy too. What did you think?
I’ve put it off for a while because I thought it would be more difficult to read than it was. Were there parts that were hard to read, sure. But, for the most part, this is a really solid book. The protagonist can seem older than her age, and sometimes the author spells out for you how you’re supposed to be feeling, but both of those things are really easy to ignore. The story-line is original and real. The writing is fluid. The book is worth the read.
You don’t have to have dealt with a death as a child to be able to understand what June is going through, and you don’t have to have been a teenage girl to understand her relationship with her family. What I particularly enjoyed was that this author didn’t take this serious subject and feel like she had to write a book that made you want to kill yourself. What I find can happen with certain authors who are desperate to be taken seriously is that their work, while beautiful, loses it’s hook… you never forget that you are reading, you never disappear into the story. For me – those are two signs of a good book. If you are spending too much time showing off, I’ll keep looking at how many pages I have in my right hand.
I highly recommend this book if you want something deep enough to keep you invested and entertaining enough to keep you turning pages. (I found that it’s the perfect travel companion for a long flight, by the way.)