Yesterday I finished reading Tell The Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt.
Oh I loved this book. It was soft and sad and beautiful, like Bach’s cello music. By the end, I loved the book’s characters the way they loved each other.
It made me remember all the awkward, lonely, longing and uncomfortableness of being a teenager. Despite being about loved ones dying, and jealousies in relationships, it’s really quite a gentle book which is - let’s be honest – often what I like the best.
It won't be published until June (I think) so please look out for it when it does turn up. If you want to read a book that reminds you of cold Autumn days in a forest, afternoons drinking tea with special people, and moments of surprising and sharp beauty then this is the book for you.
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Ohhhhh this sounds like one I'd like to sink my teth into too.
ReplyDeleteI leant the reading copy to Thea. Will let her know you're interested
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