This book has been sitting on my to be read list for a while. Then this past weekend when we were out shopping, I made a stop in the book department. While I was l was looking, I rambled on about how I pick books. First I look at the cover, then the title, and if after that I’m still interested I’ll read the back of the book. In response, he pointed this one out and said “I bet you’d like this one.” And I replied “I would, and that’s why I bought it.”
When we got home, I finished off the book I was reading, I wondered aloud, if I should start this, or The Fault In Our Stars. My husband said this one, and I figured it was as good of a reason as any.
Tell The Wolves I’m home has been described as a poignant, touching coming of age story. But I feel like it reaches beyond that. When I read the back of the book, I immediately knew what the mysterious illness was, and my heart began broken for the people trapped in this book. I knew that anything coming after this announcement would be heartbreaking and confusing. I think that’s part of why I put off reading it. The book began that way, but then it turned out that while the illness was part of the story, it wasn’t the story. And I think that all on it’s own says something. The mysterious illness isn’t the biggest issue in the story, it just sort of becomes the excuse, something for the characters who have messed up to blame for their actions. The illness is just one facet in this story, the people it affects the most are the real story, and how they’re coping with everything. It’s really only a coming of age story because the protagonist is a teenager.
Final Verdict: I’ve only just finished the book moments ago, so I’m still reeling from the last pages, but I recommend this book.