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.
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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