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New York, 1987. Det finns bara en enda person i hela världen som förstår fjortonåriga June Elbus, och det är hennes morbror, den erkända konstnären Finn. När Finn dör i en sjukdom som vid denna tid precis har börjat få ett namn, ett namn ingen vill uttala, blir June helt ensam i världen. Hennes föräldrar har fullt upp på jobbet och storasyster Greta har hon inte kunnat hålNew York, 1987. Det finns bara en enda person i hela världen som förstår fjortonåriga June Elbus, och det är hennes morbror, den erkända konstnären Finn. När Finn dör i en sjukdom som vid denna tid precis har börjat få ett namn, ett namn ingen vill uttala, blir June helt ensam i världen. Hennes föräldrar har fullt upp på jobbet och storasyster Greta har hon inte kunnat hålla sams med på flera år. Men inte långt efter Finns död blir June kontaktad av Toby, den mystiske främlingen från begravningen, han som mamma kallar Finns ”specielle vän” men vägrar säga något mer om. Mellan June och Toby växer en oväntad och omvälvande vänskap fram, och hemligheter avslöjas som får June att tvivla på allt hon dittills tagit för sanning.Låt vargarna komma är en roman om att både finna och förlora kärleken, om vad det egentligen innebär att vara en vän, samt hur avundsjuka och skam kan förgifta och förstöra relationer och ibland få fruktansvärda följder. Prisbelönad och hyllad i medierna har Carol Rifka Brunts debutroman snabbt blivit en storsäljare som redan älskas av hundratusentals läsare....

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Låt vargarna komma Reviews

  • Nancy
    2019-03-07 17:31

    Posted at Shelf InflictedIt’s been a while since I’ve read a book that left me completely speechless. I am struggling to find words to express how deeply this story affected me. I read a few reviews and decided it wasn’t for me. My closest friend, Mark, died of AIDS in 1995 and I wasn’t in the mood for anything that may trigger sad memories. Nor was I in the mood to read of the painful and joyful reminiscences of a 14-year-old girl who lost her beloved uncle to the disease. I’m so glad Jason’s review made me change my mind. This story is much more than the deep love June Elbus had for her uncle, Finn Weiss, who was the only man in her life who understood her completely. It is also about the strained relationship she has with her older sister, Greta, navigating the tumultuous years between childhood and adulthood, and the pain caused by suppressed feelings that result in anger, resentment, and jealousy. I could understand and relate to June in so many ways. She’s introverted, introspective and an outsider, but she’s no pushover. She’s not that interested in what others think of her, often making her own decisions regardless of peer or parental pressure. I believe that perhaps June was born in the wrong city and the wrong time. At nine, she fantasized about time travel. Now, like her Uncle Finn, she is fascinated with the life and art of the Middle Ages and retreats into another world during her solitary trips to the woods, and their visits to the Cloisters. Though Finn’s death has affected June’s entire family in different ways, it is June’s pain that feels the most acute. She was the one who spent the most time with him and connected with him on so many levels. So imagine how she feels when she learns that she wasn’t the only significant person in Finn’s life. June’s friendship with Finn’s partner, Toby, starts tentatively and gradually deepens, as they both share a common grief. They connect through stories about Finn’s life, his art, and the depth of their love for Finn.I listened to Mozart’s Requiem while I was reading, its intensity, ebbs and flows so much like real life, and I understand why it was so meaningful to June and Finn. Because I was thinking of my friend Mark, his passion for life that matched Finn’s, and the devastation I felt when he died, I couldn’t help but find the Requiem overlaid by one of Mark’s favorite songs, Guns in the Sky. Now that I’ve returned this book to the library, I’m feeling a little lonely and sad. I need to have my own copy to highlight meaningful passages and relive those intense feelings. I was a little surprised this was not on the YA shelf at the library. It deals with many adult themes, but the hurt, pain, and love pouring from its pages is beautiful and heartbreaking and will stay with you, regardless of your age. I strongly recommend it to all my young friends. This is easily one of my favorite books. Updated 10/8/13I now have my own signed copy!

  • Kiki
    2019-03-12 12:22

    When I was in high school, there was this art teacher that nobody liked. She came in to replace another teacher who'd been transferred, and she liked to tell everyone in a really loud voice that (a) our school was a fucking dump and we should feel lucky to have her teaching there, and (b) your art is shit. You're shit. You should feel like shit.She was never my actual teacher, so I had more neutral feelings toward her. She did, however, cover my class during my teacher's sick days, of which there were many.My suspicions were confirmed. The rumours were true. She was grossly mean.Then again, I don't blame her for hating me. Most of my teachers hated me. I wasn't a very agreeable kid at school, and as an art student, they probably thought me smug. I kind of was. I used to create the most ridiculous and extravagant pieces of art that I ended up burning on a bonfire like a fucking cult leader. I made a life-sized horse and rider out of scrap materials and my own clothes. I made a sword out of firewood and wore down an expensive pair of scissors whittling it. I made a huge black widow spider out of galvanized wire. They told us to take a photograph and make some aspect of it 3D, so I took a whole reel of photographs of my friend's face while she laughed and made a zoetrope with a few scraps of black paper and a lazy susan.One day, I was wandering around the department, looking for a book on Renaissance art that I could use as a reference for a series of watercolour paintings I planned to do, depicting fairytales at their violent roots. (Like, whatever. I liked candy gore.) The bookshelves were in the classroom where the hated teacher - let's call her Ms. S - was currently teaching a grade 10 class.Being the bad bitch that I was, I whipped open the door and strode straight in without knocking. Ms. S didn't look up or even address the fact that I was banging around at the back of the room, pulling the bookshelves out from behind the paper shelves and stacking hardback books noisily on the floor. (I was being an asshole. I was fully aware of this.)While flipping through some shit about medieval art (I hate medieval art) I began to listen to what she was saying. She was talking about the progression of art in the latter half of the 20th century - from postmodern art beginning in the 40s and 50s with Pollock, to jerks signing their names on urinals and juxtaposed shapes (I loathe cubism. Can you tell?) She began talking quite animatedly about the eighties, and her own experiences, and that's when I stopped, grabbed a chair, and listened.That's when she noticed me. Wordlessly, she looked at me, and so did a few of the grade 10 kids. I said nothing, and miraculously, she carried on talking. She said, "That was around the time when I met my husband. And we were beginning to lose people, our friends, to AIDS."I sat for another fifteen minutes or so to listen to what she had to say. The entire class was deadly quiet. She spoke of attending funerals, keeping close to the subject of art, but not so far away that the word lost its meaning.AIDS. I rolled it around for a bit, thinking about how little I knew of it. I was interested, and made a note to myself to do some research. Due to a busy schedule, I forgot about it. Finals started, and I forgot about the teacher that everyone hated, too. A few months later, I graduated, then left school to join the workforce.Circa February 2013, and I'm sitting in McDonald's with some friends. It's freezing outside, but we're eating ice cream. We start laughing about the hokey CPR training we did at school (those fake babies came apart way too easily). One of my friends (safe to say, we no longer speak) said, "You have to be careful. You can't give CPR to someone who has AIDS or you'll get it."Everyone else fell silent. Funny, that; how simply whispering the word can stick a knife through conversation. I looked at the girl and said, "Excuse me?"Now, I'd learned a little something since the stint in Ms. S's art room. I'd done some reading. And when the girl repeated what she'd said, I was suddenly appalled."Who told you that?""My friend.""Your friend is a liar.""But saliva--"This is a common argument. But saliva. But sweat. But this, but that. Listen: there's a reason why HIV/AIDS is most commonly categorized as a sexually transmitted disease, or a blood-borne disease. Because those are the ways in which it is caught: blood, semen, vaginal fluid. There is nowhere near a high enough concentration of the disease contained within saliva or sweat or tears for it to be transmitted in this way.I explain this to Girl. Girl asks if I'm sure. I ask her, "If you were taught that you'll catch AIDS from giving someone who has the disease CPR, would you give them CPR, or would you stand by and let them die?""Uh, yeah. Yeah, I'd do it anyway.""Tell the truth.""Fine. No.""There. You answered your own question."As I lay in bed that night, the gravity of what I'd just experienced hit me like a sledgehammer. People were dying from this disease in the eighties, and in 2013, there are still people out there who are being taught to refuse people with HIV/AIDS help. Not even help; just humility. The AIDS "epidemic" effectively began in the very late 70s and early 80s - before the Soviet Union collapsed, before the Tiananmen Square Massacre, before the Berlin Wall came down. A generation ago. And yet still - still - it has the power to make young people so uncomfortable that they'll shut up and stare down at their box of McNuggets with faces as red as dragonfruits.And you have to know what everyone wants to say. Everyone wants to say something homophobic. That's the essence of it, isn't it? In the west, this disease hit the LGBTQA+ community the hardest, and for some reason, that doesn't generate sympathy. It generates blame.It's all fine and well to raise your fist and fight for marriage equality in the USA. It's all fine and well to wave a rainbow flag and tell people who belong to the LGBTQA+ community that you have their back. You love them, you accept them. So what's with the silence? What's with shifting in your seat, refusing to make eye contact, whispering the acronym as if it's something shameful? HIV/AIDS was alive back then, it is alive now, and we have the knowledge and understanding not only to give back quality of life to sufferers, but to know that it's not about bad gay people and the bad gay things that they do. We know that anyone can contract this disease. Bad, good, young, old. This disease exists in every corner of the world. We know how to prevent it, and we know that sometimes preventative measures don't work. We know these things because we have to. But what we really ought to know is that no one deserves to be HIV/AIDS positive. That's the core of this worldwide silence: a little bit of homophobia, a little bit of racism, a little bit of straight white privilege, and a whole lot of ignorance.That's the reason why people will shrink back when you speak those words. That's what makes them so fucking uncomfortable. Because deep down, they've been taught that people deserve this disease. For some reason or another. They blame the victim, like they always do. And what of the victim? Maybe they're African, or they're gay, or they have a lot of sex. Maybe they're white and straight and female, but they live in a society that's too mired in misogyny to discuss safe sex positively with young women without yelling "slut!" at the top of its lungs. Maybe they live in a world where sex is treated like something shameful, something to remain ignorant about. Maybe they live in a world so blinded by classism, homophobia and sexism that they simply do not have the tools with which to protect themselves.So it's not their fault. Why is that so fucking difficult to grasp?It's not your fault if you have HIV/AIDS. It's not your fault.It's not your fault.It's not your fault.It's not your fucking fault.How many times does it need to be said?It's not your fault.

  • karen
    2019-03-17 19:21

    I take one one one cause you left me andTwo two two for my family and3 3 3 for my heartache and4 4 4 for my headaches and5 5 5 for my lonely and6 6 6 for my sorrow and7 7 for no tomorrow and8 8 I forget what 8 was for and9 9 9 for a lost god and10 10 10 10 for everything everything everything everythingthis book is everything everything everything everything. i don't even know where to book-criers?? this is for you. i didn't, naturally, but god how i wanted to. this is the most poignant and tender book, full of real (i.e., not schmaltzy manipulative nicholas sparks-style) emotional pull. its focus is june, a fourteen-year-old girl who is a character uncomfortable in her own reality. she would rather live in the middle ages, when magic and science were still intertwined, where the world was hushed and yet majestic. where the forest could envelop and shut out all problems. unfortunately, she lives in westchester in the 80's, and her beloved uncle has just died of AIDS. june is a tremendous character. and so lovingly written. you feel everything she feels: her confusion and her loss and her strength even when she doesn't realize how strong she is being just by going to school and not giving a shit about what her peers think of her in her medieval boots and long skirts. because they are not important. all she cared about in the world was her uncle, and the times they shared listening to the requiem and drinking tea and going to the cloisters and endlessly creating worlds around themselves to the exclusion of all else, including june's sister greta, with whom she used to be extremely close. after finn's death, june is shattered, and no one understands the depths of her pain. until someone does. until june begins to learn about other facets of her uncle's life and meets someone who understands perfectly well the empty space finn's death has left, and the long slow journey towards healing starts with one step, a teapot, and a painting.first novel? how is this possible? there are so very many passages here that i just wanted to eat up. this whole book is just perfect. every character, every moment of clarity, every petty jealous thought and hasty act. every moment when june takes a step back to really see what she has been misinterpreting or overlooking, every confession, every moment she spends with her parents... she is just a marvel of a character. if things went my way, i would be working at a renaissance fair as a falconer. i wouldn't have to worry about climbing career ladders or getting promotions, because falconry's not like that. either you're a falconer or you're not. either the birds come back to you or they fly away.both of her parents are accountants, which means that during tax season, when the events of the novel take place, she and her sister are "tax orphans," taking care of themselves while her parents work long and exhausting hours and are not around to help her through her grief.when her father comes home one evening, tired and sick and worked to the bone: "well, why do you do it, then?"i meant it seriously.i really wondered why people were always doing what they didn't like doing. it seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. you could be anything. then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size. you were a boy, and already it was certain that you wouldn't be a mother and it was likely you wouldn't become a manicurist or a kindergarten teacher. then you started to grow up and everything you did closed the tunnel in some more. you broke your arm climbing a tree and you ruled out being a baseball pitcher. you failed every math test you ever took and you canceled any hope of being a scientist. like that. on and on through the years until you were stuck. you'd become a baker or a librarian or a bartender. or an accountant. and there you were. i figured that on the day you died, the tunnel would be so narrow, you'd have squeezed yourself in with so many choices, that you just got squashed."why do i i do it?" my dad said. "that's a no-brainer. for you. for you and greta and your mother.""oh," i said, suddenly feeling immensely sad that somebody would throw their whole life away just to make sure other people were happy.i mean, that is gorgeous. and a coming-of-age realization that doesn't come across as trite and commonplace. and that last sentence will resonate after you finish the book. no doubt.there are so many more passages here that i want to type out, but i think you should just read the book. trust a karen on this one - this is a keeper. i borrowed this from work, but i am just going to buy it instead of returning it. i don't want anyone else touching this copy. this one is mine.a note on the requiem. i spent about 20 minutes digging out my copy of it before sitting down to write this review, i rarely listen to music anymore. but the requiem has to be one of the most perfect musical pieces ever, and it has always shattered me while buoying me up at the same time. and this book is positively dripping with it. it is the perfect musical accompaniment. and it reminded me that this exists: is a cover of part of the requiem that this band played at my store one time, (better than this recording) and i remember i was shelving, walking across the floor with some books, and as soon as i realized what i was listening to, i dropped everything i was holding and just stood there, mesmerized. it is kind of a fantastic interpretation. the version i heard is on this podcast: i can't figure out how to ffwd to the song, which is the last one they played that night, so someone should do that for me, because i think that version is way superior.but really - read this book, even though this review is completely inadequate at even coming close to what it did to me, you have to.

  • Jason
    2019-03-01 20:20

    5 Stars This is my favorite read of the year so far in 2012. Tell the Wolves I’m Home is an incredible debut novel, a coming of age story that is masterfully told. Some will view this as a tragedy, as a story of loss and missed opportunities, a story about the hard truths about living. Others will see this as a tale of poignant beauty, a coming of age tale, and story that hits home on the greatest things of life. While it may really hit both spectrums that I just mentioned, it does so in a lyrical, poetic, and beautiful way. This book theme centers on death and it is magical in that it shows that at the end of the day everyone dies, but as the old cliché goes, not everyone truly lives. As June our main protagonist goes through her trials and tribulations, growing up as a 14 year old teenager, the book climaxes as she comes to understand more about herself and about life in general. We the readers are treated to the depth of the title ”Tell the Wolves I’m Home”. First off, if plan on reading this book you should immediately download Mozart’s Requiem, his final composition ( It will truly help you appreciate this novel. Mozart’s final masterpiece plays along and captures the beauty and complexity of young June’s life, and maybe a bit of yours too. This is a music piece about death’s door, about God’s deliverance, and about heaven and earth. At times it is simple in its quiet beauty and at others it is harsh and aggressive and all the while it is deep and complex. So too is this coming of age story about a young teenage girl named June. When the lyrics of the song soar over the orchestra you cannot help but feel that you know these words that you feel them, and understand them to their deepest meaning, even though they are sung in Latin, a language that most cannot understand at all. The vocals are magnificent and powerful and they capture the beauty told to us in this wonderful tale. They parallel the stories, and they show depth and complexity. “The Requiem was a secret between me and Finn. Justthe two of us. We didn’t even need to look at eachother when he put it on. We both understood. He’dtaken me to a concert at a beautiful church on 84thStreet once and told me to close my eyes andlisten. That’s when I first heard it. That’s when Ifirst fell in love with that music.” Let me talk a little about the characters in this novel. It all starts and center around an amazing young girl named June Elbus. At her heart June is a romantic. “ro•man•tic    [roh-man-tik] Show IPA adjective 1.of, pertaining to, or of the nature ofromance; characteristic or suggestive of theworld of romance:a romantic adventure. 2.fanciful; impractical; unrealistic: romanticideas. 3.imbued with or dominated by idealism, adesire foradventure, chivalry, etc. 4.characterized by a preoccupation with love orbythe idealizing of love or one's beloved. 5.displaying or expressing love or strongaffection.” ““A romantic, you barnacle, not lovey-doveyromantic.” He leaned over like he was about to nudgemy shoulder with his, but then he pulled away. “What’s the difference?” I asked cautiously. “Being a romantic means you always see what’sbeautiful. What’s good. You don’t want to see thegritty truth of things. You believe everything willturn out right.” I breathed out. That wasn’t so bad. I felt the bloodease away from my face. “Well, what about you?” I dared to ask Finn. “Are youa romantic?”” June has a secret, a huge secret that she believes that no one knows…you see, June is in love with her uncle, her uncle Finn, a homosexual adult that is dying of AIDS. For all 14 plus years June does everything in her power to see her uncle, to be with him, and to keep him for herself. She is ashamed of her feelings, of her wants, and her needs, but cannot be sorry for them. The theme of this book is her growth and development and the understanding of her own self and place. The following quote could be a small spoiler but defines it well… “And then I thought something terrible. I thoughtthat if Finn were still alive, Toby and I wouldn’tbe friends at all. If Finn hadn’t caught AIDS, Iwould never even have met Toby. That strange andawful thought swirled around in my buzzy head. Thensomething else occurred to me. What if it was AIDSthat made Finn settle down? What if even before heknew he had it, AIDS was making him slower, pullinghim back to his family, making him choose to be mygodfather. It was possible that without AIDS Iwould never have gotten to know Finn or Toby. Therewould be a big hole filled with nothing in place ofall those hours and days I’d spent with them. If Icould time-travel, could I be selfless enough tostop Finn from getting AIDS? Even if it meant Iwould never have him as my friend? I didn’t know. Ihad no idea how greedy my heart really was.” Other notable characters are Toby, and Greta, and of course Finn via many backstories. These people make up all of June’s life and we are treated to fully realized characters that are very much people that you may know in real life too.The magic of this book is revealed as June begins to open her eyes. Many great steps forward are made when unforeseen events occur, or when her mischievous behaviors lead to dire circumstances. June and Greta’s lives are changed irrevocably by the death of their uncle Finn and the subsequent events that follow his passing. The novel progresses through June telling us many stories about her and Finn, about her mother, and about her relationship with her older sister Greta. It is exciting to see the changes in her that telling these stories with Toby and with us do for her as a young adult growing up. Couple these fabulous snippets with Carol Rifka Brunt’s wonderful vocabulary and literary style, and you have one great piece of fiction. Brunt’s story telling borders on fairy tale style, and I loved it.The ending of this novel is unforgettable. It will crack the hardest stone and melt the largest piece of ice and it will touch you in a way that you won’t soon forget. I loved it…I mean I really loved how the strings of this story were brought together and how they played out as a beautiful musical chord. The end of this book is sure to be a tissue grabbing moment for most. My favorite thing about this book is the fact that this story moved me, I will remember it clearly for a long time and I am truly glad that I read it. It is a must read for literary fans and for anyone that appreciates great writing.This was my favorite read of 2012.

  • Trudi
    2019-03-19 13:37

    The sun kept on with its slipping away, and I thought how many small good things in the world might be resting on the shoulders of something terrible. ~Tell the Wolves I'm Home I don't know how to write a review for this book. I've made a few false starts already. It's always SO HARD to review the exceptional, the beautiful, the sincere and heartfelt. When what you've just read humbles you, when it so keenly reminds you of the raw power of storytelling -- of why we read in the first place -- it can leave you floundering without any words to describe the experience (a cruel irony if there ever was one). I have no words, or I feel like I don't have enough, or know the right ones to use to capture the intensity and sweetness of Tell the Wolves I'm Home. Like Mozart's Requiem, it's meant to be experienced. It's the really funny joke that "you had to be there" to find funny at all. I can tell you it's a coming of age story that hits all the right notes regarding that excruciating, confusing transition between childhood and adulthood, from innocence to innocence lost. June is fourteen and bright and funny and loveable, but also fierce and stubborn and selfish. She's prideful and lacks confidence, while at the same time marches to the beat of her own romantic drum. She's learning to love, not just perfection, but flaws and failures -- discovering that real beauty, real love, has scars and history, mistakes and disappointments. There is so much character in this story -- not just June, but her sister Greta, their beloved uncle Finn, and his beloved Toby. Each character is whole with lives and souls to call their own. Their voices are distinct, their points of view crystalline and unique. It makes you care, it makes you feel and cry, and sigh and laugh out loud. There's also a sense of place -- a time really -- that's so vivid it acts as a powerful subtext to the entire novel. June is growing up in the 1980's while her uncle is dying from AIDS. We remember the music, the clothes, the movies and that makes us smile. But then we remember the ignorance and fear, the prejudice and cruelty -- as much a part of the disease as its auto-immune deficiency -- and we weep. Toby and Finn, with genuine humanity, symbolize the tragic loss of so many young men in the early days of AIDS, before anyone really understood what was happening, before anyone had the courage to do anything about it when they finally knew exactly what was happening. Ultimately, this book is about profound loss and the giant grief that accompanies it. It's about finding yourself in that loss, and then finding your way through it. If you've been there, you know. There are no shortcuts. It is what it is and it's you and it. But if we're lucky, if we're really lucky, there will be someone beside us to hold our hand, to pull us in, to catch our tears, to guide us back to the land of the living. This is an emotional story, but it is in no way maudlin or melodramatic. It could be that book, that smacks of manipulation and exploits tragedy for the big win. Tell the Wolves I'm Home is not that book. It is the very opposite of that book. I'm going to end this review with a Hemingway quote that I would like to dedicate to June and Greta and Finn and Toby.“The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong in the broken places.”

  • F
    2019-03-06 14:26

    I really liked this book. It was a fairly quick read. I found the relationship between the 2 sisters very believeable and very much like my own relationship with my older sister when we were kids. I loved finding out more and more about uncle finn.I felt June was very mature for her age and a good head on her shoulders. Feel bad for her at parts too like admitting she was in love with her uncle.The mum was an unlikable, self centered bitch.

  • Ben
    2019-03-22 14:23

    There's this trend of young-adult (themed) novels for them to be predicated on the concept of the child main character being this misunderstood wunderkind that thinks they are universally disliked when in fact they are loved by everyone. It's terribly boring and terribly indulgent. I think it's not a necessary evil or fact of the genre, but just something that occurs as a result of ham fisted characterisation and writing. There are good elements to this book—it explores complex and overwhelming relationships between people in a clever way. It, I think, does a very good job of capturing a socio-cultural point of time. I think it starts to fall down when it tries to become too profound and instead feels mawkish and overdone. The emotional journey the main character undertakes feels predictably on-rails. I think if the book took comfort in a certain superficiality rather than tried to really get to the core of deep, dark emotions it would have been much better. It's a spork book, when I would have been much more happy with either a spoon or a fork. I think you really have to ignore the first page of Goodreads reviews—they are overwhelmingly extreme in their opinions. This book attempts to be beautiful, heart wrenching and so on but it really isn't. It's a decent story with good writing, not this fantastic, vital book.

  • Kelly (and the Book Boar)
    2019-03-19 16:24

    Find all of my reviews at: year is 1987 and June has just lost the most important person in her life to AIDS. After the death of her Uncle Finn, June makes an unlikely friend and learns some hard truths about her family and herself.Please note you will NOT get me to change my opinion, so if you just loveloveloved Tell the Wolves I’m Home and can’t understand how anyone could not – you should probably move along. I know I have chosen the road less taken, but I have to own up to the fact that I did not like this book. At all. I think the only reason it received the hype it did was that Carol Rifka Brunt made it take place at the onset of the AIDS crisis. If Finn died of just plain old cancer, no one would have given two shits about this novel. If you liked it, more power to you. As for me, my 1 Star rating, and this review????Every moment in this book felt forced. Rather just saying we’re in 1986/87, the issue is pushed with horrible “product placement” type announcements that are completely unnecessary (i.e., “the Rubix cube on the dresser”, or “wax on/wax off”, or “Tiffany’s new remake of an old classic – “I Think We’re Alone Now” – playing on the radio." The only thing missing was June walking in wearing her “Frankie Say Relax” t-shirt). Rather than writing a story about familial relationships and how they can disintegrate so easily, the AIDS crisis has been pushed to the forefront as the excuse for bad behavior. Rather than letting June be devastated when her favorite person in the world dies (or making June’s character younger and experiencing “first love” with her uncle), instead we deal with a 14 year old and a type of love that pushes toward perversion rather than adoration. I realize (again) that I have taken a very unpopular opinion. But you know what?I can’t remember reading a book where I liked the characters less than this. June is an idiot, Greta is a bully, the mother is a bitch, the father is absentee. The only person I wanted to know anything about was Toby. I want to read Toby’s story. I want to know everything about him in great detail. His childhood, how he fell in love with Finn, how he dealt with having AIDS back when even the President of the United States wouldn’t dare mention the name, what it felt like to get diagnosed with an illness that meant everyone would be terrified of you, and how he managed to survive losing the love of his life. Toby’s story is one that needs to be told – just not by Carol Rifka Brunt. She’d only fuck it up and make it dirty and horrible. If you loved this book, I’m happy for you and please know I really wanted (expected) to as well. Sadly, it just wasn’t in the cards for me. This is my honest review and

  • Florence (Lefty) MacIntosh
    2019-03-07 17:44

    Whoever wrote the book blurb should be shot…if it wasn’t for my wonderfully pushy friends I’d have passed and missed out on a fabulousbook. There’s an honesty to Brunt’s writing, simple and restrained. Dealing with loss, illicit love, teenage angst & sibling rivalry you’d think it’d be grim but it’s not - pathos nicely balanced with gentle humour. With resentment & envy pulling them apart Brunt portrays a family fracturing at the seams, then chooses the painting of a portrait to draw them back together – beautiful. It was the painting (and teaching me the meaning of ‘negative space’) that nailed it for me, that and the look back at AIDS. In the 80's it struck terror when it 1st reared its ugly head, ignorance and fear bought out the worst in people. Yet there’s no feeling of guilt to this – just the natural sadness of loss.Told through June’s eyes, a 14 year old misfit who thinks she’s “a complete and total waste of space” who achieves self-confidence through caring about others instead of dwelling on herself.“I thought how there was a kind of power in being needed. I could feel it hardening up my bones and thickening my blood.”Worth reading for that… Why read YA? Been there, done that… I didn’t till a year ago. As a reminder I guess, of what pure love felt like– for a best friend, a brother, a lover…Not saying I’d want to go through it again, thought I’d DIE after that 1st guy dumped me. (Ian was his name - the scunner) Makes sense to throw up SOME barriers. And yet, the passion’s still there just deeply repressed. YA novels a nudge - might not be such a bad idea to let it out once in a while for some fresh air:)For the genre of young adult – 5 stars “I used to think maybe I wanted to become a falconer, and now I’m sure of it, because I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away”

  • Emily May
    2019-03-06 18:33

    “The sun kept on with its slipping away, and I thought how many small good things in the world might be resting on the shoulders of something terrible.”When I was about seven or eight, I was at my friend's house drawing pictures and playing with dolls or whatever we were doing. I don't remember the exact circumstances leading up to what happened, but on this day my friend put her hand underneath my school skirt and touched me. Being older now, I realize it was just childish exploration and that it isn't uncommon, but at the time I pulled back like I'd been burned. I went home shortly after that.This event is not that remarkable. What is remarkable is that I worried about that day for the next four years. That's right - four whole years. Then one day when I was twelve, my mum looked at me and asked me what was wrong. Well, I burst into tears and told her what had happened four years previously. However, my mum just looked relieved and told me: "That's not that strange. Young children are curious about bodies and sexuality."And then I said: "But... she's a girl. Does that mean... am I... do I have AIDs?"My mum was shocked. She explained that I couldn't get AIDs unless the other person already had the disease and that I definitely couldn't get it from touching. Or saliva. I'm lucky enough to have a mother who a) I can talk to about anything, and b) is intelligent and open-minded enough to correct my mistaken assumptions about AIDs. But sometimes I shudder to think of how ignorant I could have been if my situation had been different. I shudder to think of where I must have picked up that false information in the first place and how many other ignorant kids (later ignorant adults) believe that kind of crap.This book is so relevant, even today. We're still, as a society, so uneducated about AIDs. Very few schoolchildren are provided with substantial information about where it comes from and what causes it. Still, today, many people believe AIDs is something that gay people created. And many people believe you can catch it by holding hands with someone who has the disease.Tell the Wolves I'm Home deals with an important subject and I'm glad there are books dealing with the subject. But I also think it has many flaws and some things were not handled successfully. Not least of which is that I'm not sure it does anything to challenge the perceived relationship between homosexuality and the disease. There are two main characters who are gay in this book - one dies of AIDs and the other is really creepy.Some people disliked the relationship between June and her Uncle Finn because it becomes apparent very early that June has some kind of crush on him. This didn't bother me. I saw June as a kid, one without any real friends, whose closest relationship was between her and her beloved uncle. Kids are all kinds of weird and many young girls say they're going to "marry their dad" - I don't believe it's dangerous or long-lasting. Finn, as the adult, never behaved inappropriately towards June and that's all I really cared about.As someone who grew up very shy, I also liked the exploration of June's shyness. The author captures the feeling very well:I'm okay with one or two people, but more than that and I turn into a naked mole rat. That's what being shy feels like. Like my skin is too thin, the light too bright. Like the best place I could possibly be is in a tunnel far under the cool, dark earth. Someone asks me a question and I stare at them, empty-faced, my brain jammed up with how hard I'm trying to find something interesting to say.But, as well as some of the failures regarding the depiction of homosexuality and AIDs, I thought June was incredibly stupid at times. She receives a note from a man she believes to be a murderer, telling her to meet up with him and not tell any of her family about it. Er... this is about the time that major alarm bells should be going off in your head, June! Instead, she meets with him, goes to his apartment and allows him to lead her into the basement (like the idiots in a good old horror B-movie), pausing at one point to consider that he might be a psycho but brushing it off without good reason. Stupid.Such an important subject matter. Many steps taken in the right direction, but many problems too.

  • Thomas
    2019-03-22 16:49

    When I finished this book, I felt overwhelmed. Like every bit of beautiful writing and bittersweet emotion had filled my heart and made it ready to burst. There are some books that you finish and think "thank goodness I'm a reader" or "thank goodness I got to read this one." Tell The Wolves I'm Home is one of those books, and easily the best book I've read in 2012.It's not like the story was a loud one. Our fourteen-year-old protagonist, June Elbus, enjoys spending time in solitude or with her uncle Finn instead of hanging out with kids her age. She gets B's in school and has no tremendous talent like her sister, Greta. But she offers some of the keenest and most honest observations I've ever read.I wasn't interested in drinking beer or vodka or smoking cigarettes or doing all the other things Greta thinks I can't even imagine. I don't want to imagine those things. Anyone can imagine things like that. I want to imagine wrinkled time, and forests think with wolves, and bleak midnight moors. I dream about people who don't need to have sex to know they love each other. I dream about people who would only ever kiss you on the cheek.The plot centers on June's struggle to cope with her uncle Finn's death, which was due to AIDS. After receiving a letter from a mysterious man who claims to have had a connection with Finn as well, June decides to meet this person - thus causing a waterfall of events that could hopefully lead her to heal.Every character felt like a real person. I am not exaggerating. This is my 400th review on Goodreads, and out of the 400 books I've read and reviewed, Tell The Wolves I'm Home definitely places in the top 5% for its characters. Like I said, June is not a perfect protagonist. Some readers may even hate her. But all of her feelings - her loneliness, her jealousy, her melancholy - made me want to tell her it would be okay and cry alongside her. Greta, her mom, and her dad each possessed bad personality traits, but by the end, after looking at the full and finished portrait of each character, I came to empathize with all of them.The writing. Carol Rifka Brunt's writing possessed so much pulchritude, I don't think I can describe it. It wasn't bombastic or manipulative, rather, it was thoughtful and breathtaking. Read this:I really wondered why people were always doing what they didn't like doing. It seemed like life was a sort of narrowing tunnel. Right when you were born, the tunnel was huge. You could be anything. Then, like, the absolute second after you were born, the tunnel narrowed down to about half that size. You were a boy, and already it was certain you wouldn't be a mother and it was likely you wouldn't become a manicurist or a kindergarten teacher. Then you started to grow up and everything you did closed the tunnel in some more. You broke your arm climbing a tree and you ruled out being a baseball pitcher. You failed every math test you ever took and you canceled any hope of being a scientist. Like that. On and on through the years until you were stuck. You'd become a baker or a librarian or a bartender. Or an accountant. And there you were. I figured that on the day you died, the tunnel would be so narrow, you'd have squeezed yourself in with so many choices, that you just got squashed.This is one of the first books I'll reference when people doubt the power of realistic fiction. No vampires, no fallen angels, no magical realism - just a simple yet gargantuan story about a girl whose uncle died because of a horrid disease. Tell the Wolves I'm Home will whittle your heart down to nothing, and build it back up stronger than ever before.*review cross-posted on my blog, the quiet voice.

  • Poonam
    2019-03-09 14:24

    Buddy Read with MurugeshThis is such a beautiful story, it touched my heart and also managed to break it into little pieces....It is about June, a 14 year old who loses her godfather who is also her uncle and maybe her first love to AIDS. This story is set in 1987 and during this time Aids was an unknown factor which people were very afraid of. This is one of the thoughts that June has before her uncle dies and she is spending some time with him knowing he isn't going to survive this."Yeah, but how do you know that the germs from a kiss can't seep in through the skin of your cheek? How can you be sure they can't somehow swim into your blood right through your open pores?" I didn't know. And I didn't want to die. I didn't want to turn gray. But I can't really fault what June is feeling as she was just a kid and there was apparently so much hype and incorrect information passed on that even educated adults behaved stupidly.'After that came a story about a judge in Yonkers who moved his whole courtroom out into the parking lot because the guy he was sentencing had AIDS. "Fresh air and sunshine," the judge said, talking about how he thought it was safer for the court staff not to be in a tight little courtroom with germs like that.'It is about the complicated loving relation that June had with her Uncle Finn and about things that are lost in life that can never come back...'Not only because Finn had never told me about this guy, but because there was no way to ask him about it. And until then I don't think I really understood the meaning of gone.'This is a story about Toby- a lonely man and June- a weird adorable girl.'Finn was right. I could tell. Toby had nobody. But it was okay. It was all sealed. He had me now.'But then again this story is not only confined to them but also is about June and Greta, Finn and Dani, Dani and June....This made me think about my life-partner and what I will do if I ever lose him. It made me think about my sibling and all the lovely childhood days that will never come back. And it made me cry, cry and cry thinking about all the injustice that life deals us with.'What is it was enough to realize that you would die someday, that none of this would go on forever? Would that be enough?'- This can make you instantly sad when thinking of something happy and instantly glad if having depressing thoughts....Some people may find this a slow story but according to me this is a story to be savored, read slowly and let the meaning of it all seep into you. '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.'Even writing this review is bringing back all the emotions I went through while reading this book. Grab a copy now and do not miss out on reading this one.

  • Kristalia
    2019-02-23 12:38

    Final rating: 5/5 starsFirst of all: THIS BOOK MADE ME CRY SO FREAKING MUUUUUUUUUUUCH!!!Second: My heart is shattered into million pieces.I was surprised when i saw that this book was shelved as glbt. I didn't expect it though, but now that i have read this book, it makes more sense.It's a passive glbt story.But i highly recommend to everyone to read this one, because it's such emotional roller coaster . I cried in almost every chapter, because most of things that happened were just unfair. The story is about a girl - June - who is struggling to find her own place in people's hearts. She does not have any friends of her own age, she thinks that her sister Greta hates her, and their parents don't give them any necessary attention. The only person who ever saw her as herself, and who loved her, made her smile and cry, was her uncle and godfather Finn. But, fate had other plan for Finn, given that he contracted AIDS. He is dying and June is painfully aware of it. And she thinks her world is shattered when he passes away, until someone shows that she is not the only one who truly cared for Finn.My mother said it [dying] was like a cassette tape you could never rewind. But it was hard to remember you couldn’t rewind it while you were listening to it. And so you’d forget and fall into the music and listen and then, without you even knowing it, the tape would suddenly end. That someone is Toby - Finn's "secret" lover. June's mother hates him with passion, thinking that it was his fault that Finn died because of AIDS. And, the thing is - June didn't even knew that he existed. But he is the only person beside her that knew as much as she did about Finn. And then....they begin to meet each other. “Finn didn’t even seem to care that he was dying,” I said. And it was true. Finn was as calm as ever right up to the very last time I saw him.“Don’t you know? 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.”“That doesn’t make any sense. If you were so happy, then you’d want to stay alive, wouldn’t you? You’d want to be alive forever, so you could keep being happy.” “No, no. It’s the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven’t done everything they want to do. They think they haven’t had enough time. They feel like they’ve been shortchanged.” ____________________________________________Characters: ____________________________________________There are four main characters in this story: June (the narrator), Greta (June's sister), Finn (their uncle and June's godfather) and Toby (Finn's lover). Each one of them was very complex character, including Finn who died early in the story, but we find about him more in the memories of the people who loved him. June is the main character of this story. She is 14 year old girl who is desperate to find someone who understands her. She did find someone, that special person, and it was Finn. His dying struck her hard because she thought that she will have no one else who would truly understand her in that way Finn did. He was to her more than anyone else ever was. In a way, i understand her, because for a long time, i didn't have anyone either. And then, one person changed my life, and that person is now gone. But, then you understand that your life is not defined by just one person, but by others as well. And that is what she needed the most, even though she didn't say it with words, she wanted someone to care for her and to be with her. And most of all - she needed more memories of Finn, and there is only one person who could have given her all of that. And it was Toby. When she began meeting with him, she mentally hurt him on more occasions, and some of those times, she did it on purpose. That is what i disliked about her the most. But toward the end of the book, she got better, and i started to like her.Greta is the agressive, reckless, angry, sarcastic and mean. But, inside, she was never like that. She just wanted some attention from her own sister, who spent more time with their Uncle than she did with Greta. And that hurt her deeply. Because of that she began to hate both Finn and June, because they were never around when she needed them. She just wanted to her sister back to her, but she didn't know how to achieve that. And that put her in a lot of situations that turned out more harmful than good.Finn is a well respected artist, but he quit showing his paintings a long time ago. Before he died, he made a final piece - a picture of Greta and June and called it "Tell the wolves i'm home". Just that picture showed how much Finn loved them both, and that picture has a great deal of influence in the story. It is as important as it's characters. We find a lot about him from the stories Finn and June tell each other. Toby is the shadow - no one seems to be noticing him. June didn't even know that he existed. Her mother hates him with passion and blames him for "killing" Finn, her only brother. But as the story goes, you notice that there is more to him than it seems, and he is the true gem of this story. Without him, this story wouldn't be as much as heartbreaking as it was. He loved Finn so much - he truly loved him, and to him Finn was his world. Without Finn, he would once again be no one and nobody. But June changes that when she comes into his life,as much as he comes into hers.“I just thought, maybe we’re supposed to try to, you know, move on,” I said.Toby glanced up. I thought he’d looked older when I saw him earlier, but now, without the coat, he seemed younger. Shrunk down to nothing. He cocked his head and stared at me with a puzzled expression.“But where would we move to?” ____________________________________________Overall: ____________________________________________This story was justso beautiful, so heartbreaking and so emotional. Like i said before, almost every chapter made me cry, and the end of the book made me cry a river. But it was worth every tear and every sad feeling that i had while reading it.The magic of this book was that i could connect with every character, to truly understand them. Excuse me while i go cry in the corner, because, even though i have read it hours ago, i still think about this book, and i still feel like crying.And for the end: “You think there are second chances? Do you? Well, there aren’t. They dart right by, and before you know it . . . before you even know what’s happened they’re just a blur in the distance. And then what? Then what are you supposed to do?Go read this book. Now. This review can be found on my blog: also known as...

  • Stacia (the 2010 club)
    2019-03-10 17:41

    It's the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven't done everything they want to do.My thoughts and reactions have always been mixed when it comes to books which take the reader on a reflective stroll. Fast-paced would never come to mind, nor would action-packed. Words like "slow" and "quiet" tend to fall more in line with these types of reads. All too often, I find myself wondering what I've gotten myself into when I pick up books such as these. Just about every single time, I think I might not end up liking the book because the story tends to meander along by taking the scenic route instead of getting right to the point. But then sure enough, by the time I reach the end, I wind up glad that I took the journey.Tell the Wolves I'm Home is set in the 1980's, during a time when AIDS education was minimal and truth was scarce (and girls like me were still using Sun-In to wreck their hair). People were still afraid of the unknown. While moments of fear were touched upon, the tone of the story had less to do with fear of a disease, and more to do with the fear of moving on after loss.The intro chapters of TTWIH made me a little nervous. At first, the writing style read somewhat like a memoir (which would be fine if it was a memoir, but not so much for fiction) and I almost made the decision to quit out. I didn't think I was going to be able to hang with an entire book of "memories" about a person who was no longer present.Thankfully, after a few memory recaps in order to set up the main character's mindset, the story decided to travel along and move forward from the past as much as possible. While the past was never far from the surface, it was something which shaped the characters into who they were now, instead of being the sole weight of the story.Was I ever surprised when I realized that the entire crux of the plot was going to revolve around a young teenager and her tentative time spent with the surviving boyfriend of her dead uncle (not a spoiler; he's gone from the start of the book). Odd couple? Absolutely. Yet, somehow it worked.What if everything I loved about Finn had come from Toby?These two characters needed each other in order to move on. In learning to lean on one another, they both discovered their individual value as people.Please promise to take the very best care of my only girl. With so much love my heart might split in two...I was probably one of the rare few who didn't cry while reading this book, but I was still inspired and left emotional by the characters' interactions with each other. Books like this continue to remind me to appreciate what we have while we have it, and to remember to say what we need to say while we still can.

  • Crystal Starr Light
    2019-03-08 20:47

    Bullet Review:Unpopular opinion time!! I know a lot of people love this book (I don't think I have a single friend who hasn't rated this AT LEAST four stars), but this book is a perfect example of schlocky litfic:1. A "quirky older than her age" protagonist who thinks she's ugly and unloved when she's clearly not.2. Vile, dysfunctional, borderline abusive relationships within immediate family.3. Someone who suffers and/or dies from cancer or a disease.4. ANGST!!!5. Characters that are meant to be sympathetic who come across instead as creepy.6. Absentee parenting.7. Scenes written for the sake of making you cry.8. MOAR ANGST!!9. Deep Life Lessons learned from Art.10. EVEN MOAR ANGST!!!A shame, because I had a lot of hopes for this book.On the bright side, a scene towards the end saved this from a 1 star rating. But not once was I EVER close to being in tears (I must be a robot or something), and often I found it a struggle to continue to wade through June's selfish, mopey pity-party.Full Review:June Elbus has a close relationship with her uncle, Finn, who is dying of AIDS. After his death, she is approached by Finn's "special friend" (boyfriend) and starts up a relationship without her parents' knowledge.Also, her parents are too busy with tax season, her sister, Greta, is a b!tch, and June had a romantic crush on her uncle.I should know better than to read lit fic. Time and time and time again I try to pick up one of these, and I end up depressed and pretty damned disappointed. This time was no different; my Book Club was choosing books and, based on the summary, I thought this would be pretty interesting. I lived in the 80's, but was very young, so I don't remember much of the AIDs epidemic. So the concept of the uncle's boyfriend meeting up with the niece to have a relationship was pretty cool.I didn't realize though that the niece would be FOURTEEN. I didn't realize that the FOURTEEN-year-old niece would be approached by her uncle's boyfriend behind her parents' backs. I didn't realize that said boyfriend would then tell a FOURTEEN-year-old girl NOT TO TELL HER PARENTS about meeting him. And I didn't realize that the FOURTEEN-year-old girl would be able to run all over New York City to meet up with her uncle's boyfriend.Because yeah, June is FOURTEEN when she's doing all this and Finn tells her explicitly NOT TO TELL HER PARENTS. Her parents (conveniently absent through most of the book, being preoccupied with "tax season") have no idea where June is; so if June just doesn't come home one night, no one would be able to say where she was or what she was doing.I realize that in my own life, I was EXTREMELY sheltered (I basically didn't leave the house on my own until I started college at 18, and even then, it was straight to classes and back). But is it too much to ask for a FOURTEEN-year-old to give her parents an idea where she is? What's she's doing? Who she's hanging out with? I'm not talking umbilical cord, just an FYI? What kind of failure of parents are these that they NEVER ASK about where FOURTEEN-year-old June is during "tax season"?! What was life like BEFORE she was FOURTEEN? Did they frequently leave the two-year-olds in the play pen while they were busy with "tax season"?!And I know Toby's not supposed to come across as creepy (at least, that's what I thought - a friend had the alternate idea that maybe that was the point). But a man, twice her age, approaching her (basically stalking - he does appear at her school one day and whisk her away to Playland) and saying, "Hey, let's hang out - only don't tell your parents. And how about you come down to the basement WHERE THERE IS A CAGE?" just doesn't sound on the up-and-up. I'm sorry, I want to like Toby, I want my heart to ache for him in his loss, but I just can't get over how an ADULT told a FOURTEEN-year-old to meet up and not tell her parents. I don't care your motivations, you don't tell children, CHILDREN, not to go to an authority figure. Children need to be protected; they are vulnerable. And I don't care that Toby has no one else, lost the love of his life, he shouldn't be stalking June and begging her to hang out with him all the while concealing that knowledge from her parents. She's FOURTEEN after all.Other than Greta (and even that pushed my boundaries more than once), there were no characters I cared about. Most of the characters were pretty flat and unimpressive. June in particular was annoying; I absolutely despised her monologue (though I'll concede that part of this could be due to the obnoxious voice that the narrator used) about how awful her life is, how no one loves her, how she is the ONLY ONE to understand Finn and love him SO DAMN MUCH. I get it, she's FOURTEEN, she doesn't know better - except for when she has these miraculous insights (and can run around without parental knowledge??).Greta is an awful sister; I would very much have loved to beat her over the head. Her behavior is bullying, pure and simple. It's appalling, honestly, how the parents have so little control over this abusive relationship (though this is not necessarily a fault of the author, more of a burst of outrage on my part for how realistic this can be). On the other hand, I totally understood why she behaved the way she did, and wanted to beat JUNE over the head for not getting it (so much for being so "smart" and "adult" June!!).The parents were so bland and personality-less - of course, it's Mom's fault she has a bad relationship with Finn, because she's homophobic and jealous. Nothing about maybe Finn getting a bit too big of a head and thinking he's so much more important than she is.Finn can do no wrong; he's a rich artist, which I'm not sure how that happened. Everyone loves his work; he devotes his time to help people in jail, and he probably also farts rainbows too.As for Toby - I'm sorry, he's creepy. Like I said above, he approaches June, a FOURTEEN-year-old, and tells her not to tell her parents about him. I get he needs people and interaction, but it's also FRAKKIN' creepy to go around stalking FOURTEEN-year-olds and asking them to keep secrets from their parents.When the story isn't about June whining about how awful her life is or how her parents are always busy, we have ANGST, ANGST, and MOAR ANGST. The book wallows in it, and honestly, it gets exhausting. There are points where I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to side with June, when I most certainly do not (such as when her parents find out about what she's done to the painting). And really, including AIDS and the deaths of a couple of characters just smart of your typical Lit Fic book - "see how Deep and Important and Dramatic I am!"That said - I have a ENORMOUS amount of respect because of a scene towards the end of the book. Spoilers ahead.(view spoiler)[June and Greta have the Final Argument, where Greta reveals that her burden isn't so awesome and she always wanted a relationship with Finn, but June shut her out. June also realizes that she's been a jealous, selfish brat. (hide spoiler)]This gave a LOT of nuance to the two characters, and DEFINITELY improved my opinion of the book - though I still never once was near tears over it.To me, this book is an example of pretty much everything I dislike about reading in general and litfic in specific: flat, unlikeable, unrelatable characters, a story relying mostly on angst, and plot devices tossed in to make it "gritty" and "relevant" and generate some tears. BUT I am in the minority here; I am the only one of my friends to rate this lower than 4 stars. Many, many people have loved the book and what it means to them.And you know what? That's really great. I'm glad people can look past the problems I had and love this. This book isn't like reading Dan Brown or Nicholas Sparks or EL James. There is a good moral, and the writing isn't terrible (though shame on Brunt for using the "I blushed so hard, I wanted to faint" Anita Blakism). It doesn't change my opinion, but I can attest that at least this litfic wasn't a complete waste of my time like some of my other forrays.

  • Wendy Darling
    2019-02-28 17:36

    My heart is shattered.Review to come.** Reread August 2013

  • Regina
    2019-02-23 14:25

    I am not a reader that willing walks into a tear jerker or an emotionally evocative book knowingly. Why? I am silly sensitive person that gets completely enmeshed in the world created by writers and I can’t let go of that world once I am in it. I walked into Tell The Wolves I’m Home understanding that it was a powerful book dealing with death and grief, but I was not prepared for how it would affect me. The thing I forget about books that make me cry are that those books, when done right and written by talented authors, also make me hope. Tell the Wolves I’m Home left me with hope and filled with a feeling of love for those close to me.Perhaps having grown up during the 1980s and remembering the scare of AIDS during that time period as well, brought the book much closer to my heart. Ms. Rifka Brunt writes about the late 1980s as if it was now, not that she misses the ambience and the cultural differences but what I mean, is that she writes about the 1980s without exaggeration and too much nostalgia. The 1980s just are in Tell the Wolves I’m Home, the era gives further depth to the story but the era itself is not raised to a heightened level. At the center of the story is a young girl June, who ranges in age from 12 to 14 in the book, that is an odd ball. Like many teens she feels awkward in her body and socially awkward in her high school. She prefers to run to the woods beyond her house and pretend and imagine. Through her play she transports herself back to the medieval period and becomes someone new. Brunt writes so well that beautiful time when we could so easily trick our minds we were somewhere else and the transition to when we can no longer do this because we know the real world too well. Tell the Wolves I’m Home dances around the themes of sibling relationships between adults (June’s mom and her uncle) and during the process of growing up (June’s relationship with her older sister Greta). Anyone with siblings knows that these relationships can be wonderful and rewarding, but may be really challenging and hurtful. Along the path of these relationships, life happens and can alter how siblings treat each other for life. Can siblings change? Will they remain close? Tell the Wolves I’m Home opens the relationships up for the readers to see. June’s relationship with her sister Greta drove me to tears more than once, man Brunt captured the pain sisters can cause each other. She wrote perfectly, the pain and jealousy siblings feel not only for each other but because they miss how they were as children. Not to be forgotten, are themes of ostracization and fear. AIDS was relatively new in the late 1980s and the fear was ripe — so was the embarrassment of association. Sometimes it takes the heart and naiveté of a child to over come that fear and reach out to those that need it. This book has everything and just needs to be read. I can be a skimmer, but I did not skim one word in Tell the Wolves I’m Home, rather I would reverse and re-read passages again and again. It is an amazing first novel by a brilliant author that I will be watching and waiting for her next effort. I highly recommend this book. To read more of this review and others like it check out:

  • Arah-Lynda
    2019-02-26 20:47

    I have been having a difficult time writing this review. There I said it. Mostly, I think, because this story touched my inner bits. I did not anticipate that, nor did my soft, little underbelly. It is a sad story and I know and confess that for years and years I avoided these kinds of things, I was looking for happy, shiny thoughts, not this, so it is funny then, that it has also brought back memories of the very best chapters of my life.I don’t even know where to begin.This book read me.It is strong and tender, quietly whispering, gently hovering; it tells you things you already knew, but needed to hear, out loud. It is a book of sorrow and regret,love and hope, the real, inner voice stuff.This book is beautiful but, more than that, well beyond that……… it is also surprisingly joyful and deeply evocative. I was left gasping and glowing in it's aftermath. It is not my book, at all really, but my daughter’s and she will likely think I read it in the rain or snow, but those are just my tears. Prolific tears, who knew.I first heard about this from karen, whose review convinced me to read it, thank you! I shall, however always associate this incredible work with my daughter Arah-Leah, whose very book, I hold within my hands and who lives within the very best chapters of my life.

  • Philip
    2019-02-23 16:30

    4ish stars.An emotionally-charged, fairly well-written novel evocative of the joys and pains of growing up. Brunt gives us some unconventional characters (June, a socially-awkward teenager in love with her gay uncle who has AIDS, and Toby, her uncle's boyfriend who some have labelled "creepy" as he desperately tries to form a bond with June). Sure June makes some stupid decisions, and Toby is kind of strange, but they don't deserve to be given voices any less than Finn, the aforementioned uncle who is an artistic genius and all-around interesting, compassionate, perfect uncle, or Greta, June's sister who is a musical star and all-around clever, smart, typical older sister. Even so, Greta especially provides some surprises late in the game and even the supporting characters (their parents, a boy from school interested in June) are pretty interesting and occasionally reveal surprising depth.Brunt also paints a decent portrait of New York in the mid-1980s in the middle of the AIDS epidemic. She admirably conveys the attitudes and misconceptions held by people at the time. Other than that, a strong sense of setting is largely absent except for passing mentions of various then-current events. June's narrating voice is inconsistent and wrought with faux-deep wisdom at odds with her 14-year-old actions even if it does make for a lot of lovely, quotable proverbs. The plot builds slowly from an archetypal coming-of-age beginning to a satisfyingly stirring finale. The fourth star is really because the book elicited such an emotional response from me. Not gonna lie, I came pretty close to crying several times. :'(

  • Saleh MoonWalker
    2019-03-23 20:49

    Onvan : Tell the Wolves I'm Home - Nevisande : Carol Rifka Brunt - ISBN : 679644199 - ISBN13 : 9780679644194 - Dar 360 Safhe - Saal e Chap : 2012

  • Stephanie *Very Stable Genius*
    2019-03-11 19:49

    I enjoyed every bit of this book! June is a fourteen year old girl who is kind of on the quirky side. She feels like she doesn’t belong to her time and imagines she’s in the middle ages, she wears medieval boots given to her by her uncle Finn. She also has talent for visual art, but she doesn’t quite believe it.Finn is dying from AIDS when the virus was new and little was known about it. He’s a famous New York artist, and before he dies he wishes to paint a portrait of his nieces, June and Greta. Greta is a sixteen year old who is advanced a grade because she is too smart for her own good, and musically talented. But she’s as mean as a snake to June and takes every opportunity to hurt her sister she can get.Toby is Finn’s boyfriend of nine years who has been hidden away from the sisters by their mother (Finn’s sister) and father because they don’t know him, and don’t wish to get to know him. Toby is also has AIDS and forms a friendship with June after her beloved uncle Finn passes away from the disease. This is not easy for June, because she believed she was the only person close to Finn.I can relate with Tell the Wolves I’m Home, especially with the character June. I grew up the odd middle child with a popular, smart older sister who was (and is) as mean as a snake. In Greta’s case, it turns out she has a heart. My sister? Not so much, the older she gets the crueler she gets. I make my living as a visual artist, I have a brother who is gay and has been with his partner for fourteen years. I love his partner as much as any brother and I cannot imagine him being hidden away and never knowing him. How very sad that would be.This is a very touching, coming of age book.

  • Manju
    2019-02-25 18:19

    this book deals with the sensitive subject of AIDS and that too in 1980s. what makes in charming and heartbreaking is that it is told from the PoV of a 12 year old. A crucial point in a kid's life. it is at this time that anything can go wrong, or somethings can happen that the kid learns how hard life is, and how one should face the hard times and bitter truths, and stay calm. Or be a rebellion, and let the darkness take over you.Junes Elbus is struggling with the death of her uncle Finn. He died of AIDS and June is having a hard time. One of the thing that June came to accept after his death was that she was in love with her uncle. When he was alive, Finn always treated her with affection; she was his favorite. After his death, June thought she lost the reason to be alive and wrap herself in a cocoon where no one could disturb her. But fate had other plans.this story explores the beautiful friendship between Junes and Toby, the depth of loneliness of Greta (June's elder sister), and June's mother's sadness on being left behind by the sibling whom she loved with all her just broke my heart how the author showed all these emotions. Parents teach their kids to stay away from certain people because they think its bad for their kids to get mix up with these kind of people. But what if they're the best friends your kid can have? Certainly no one can know what goes through a mind, but blaming someone for all the miseries in your life is not a good thing, especially when somewhere you're trying to run away from your own mistakes and expectations. So talking to kids always helps and vice versa. One of the best aspect of this book is friendship. be it June and Toby or June and Greta. While June and Toby's friendship seem carefree and easygoing, it's Greta and June's friendship that took my breath away. It was so complex. Greta loved her sibling with all her heart but the little sister somewhere left Greta thinking that she no more needs her. But how wrong she was! At one time both simply stopped showing emotion for each other, there was so much envy and anger. When in the end it comes all out, it was mesmerizing to see both of these girls together, taking care of each other. It is a lovely story dealing with love, passion, sadness, angst, and friendship. I would not have picked it for myself had Srividya not recommended it to me so strongly.

  • Richard Derus
    2019-03-22 14:41

    This review has been revised and can now be found at Expendable Mudge Muses Aloud.

  • Helene Jeppesen
    2019-03-02 17:38

    4.5/5 stars. I finished this book really fast because it was so good and nothing like I expected. I knew that it was going to be a story about AIDS, but I didn't know that it was told from a child's perspective which - in my opinion - gave the story so much more depth. 14-year-old June is very observant and has the most amazing views on life, but she is also very naive and only gradully realizes what has really been going on with Finn, her beloved uncle who suffers from AIDS. When Finn dies (this happens in the beginning and is no spoiler), June learns more and more of the truth and brings the readers with her on her journey of discovery. I don't think I've ever underlined as many phrases as I did in this book. Every second page there seemed to be a beautiful line or an interesting observation on life, or just a curious anecdote from June's life. I loved it, and these hidden but multiple gems kept my interest peaked. Another thing I fell absolutely in love with was the comfy and safe family life we get in this story. June is loved by her family, and even though she feels secluded from everyone, you can feel the family love through the pages. I loved reading about snowy days with cocoa and late night with Trivial Pursuit. It all added to June's narrative voice and sometimes naive, however curious observations on life. This is a beautiful story about how one person can change your life completely. It is also a story about how AIDS was perceived when the disease first became well-known and acknowledged in the 1980s. If you like stories à la "To Kill a Mockingbird" told from a child's perspective, I cannot recommend this book enough. It definitely took me by surprise and has now become one of my highly regarded comfort reads :)

  • Elyse
    2019-03-11 16:29

    4.5 Rating!I just finished reading this story--(didn't want to stop) ---so I kept on reading 'before' my normal early morning exercise (walk,yoga, spin, or 'something').Then...I also just noticed there are 'many' already High rating reviews --(a few low ones)...A few readers thought this book might be better as a Young Adult read.I WAS fully engaged with this story --(yet its not without flaws)...My reason for the high rating was 'pure-involvement' ---I was invested --and I was thinking --I was touched --I also 'questioned' a few things a few things which were pretty off base ---(but kept forgiving them)...There are main characters --and supporting characters!There is a dominate theme --yet there is many 'sub' themes!I could find much to discuss about with others....(always a good sign of a Fiction book)...Overall: I liked it!!! I pulled a couple of quotes from the book (I haven't seen these in other reviews --so I'll post them)....As they 'both' leave the reader with something to very authentic (as human beings), with thoughts to think about ---(if we are being honest). I am NOT giving away a thing in the story.1) "If You were happy, then you would want to stay alive, wouldn't you? You'd want to be alive forever, so you could keep being happy.""No, no. It's the most unhappy people who want to stay alive, because they think they haven't done everything they want to do. They think they haven't had enough time. They feel like they've been short changed".2) "I knew the way hopes could be dangerous, how they could turn a person into someone they never thought they'd be."

  • B the BookAddict
    2019-03-15 18:28

    It is 1986, when June is 14 years old, her beloved uncle Finn who is her godfather and her best friend, is painting a portrait of June and her sister Greta. He's painting their portrait to leave them something because he's dying: dying of Aids; that mysterious illness which has just begun it's deadly rampage. Finn's death brings a new loneliness to June's life. She's a bit of a dork, wishes she lives in Medieval Times, runs wild in the woods behind her school and wears medieval type boots. She feels inferior to her over-achieving sister Greta who is Miss Popular and lately the sisters have lost the closeness they once shared. So when she receives an invite to meet from Toby, Finn's lover, a man who June never knew existed, she accepts. What follows from here is something June would never have thought possible. And she keeps it a secret from her family because they view Toby as a murderer; “he killed Finn with Aids”. Toby had been banned from attending Finn's funeral by June's parent's. Imagine not being able to witness the funeral of your life's love! Sadly this is the way people thought about Aids; it wasn't understood. You have to remember that it's 1986, there is no internet which is today the prime source of all our information. Aids is new, the disease is new to the medical experts, there is a lot of scaremongering happening; how you can catch it, is it just gays or heterosexual people as well who can be at risk. San Francisco Department of Health did actually say 'Stop having sex'; how inadequate a recommendation is that? People reacted as they do when they're afraid, they react badly. Gays were pilloried like never before. They lost their jobs, people refused to work with them or employ them; Aids was never cited but it was definitely the reason, the fear was there. Who can forget Tom Hanks' heartbreaking figure in the film Philadelphia? That really happened. But, back to the story.'All I knew was that Ryan White was some kid somewhere in the Midwest who'd caught Aids from a blood transfusion. “Someone shot a bullet through his house. People cancelled their newspapers because they didn't want him delivering them. Paper, June. They though they would catch Aids from paper.” ' Think how this must have all been to fourteen year old June. But June is not afraid; not of Finn because she loves him and not of Toby because he loved Finn.I love this quote with June talking about the division between herself and Greta. “I guess they were like water. Soft and harmless enough until enough time went by. Then all of a sudden you found yourself with the Grand Canyon on your hands.”And Toby who says: “You can build a whole world around the tiniest of touches.”“That was how one person's story ended.” Such a simple sentence describing a death but one that caused me to unexpectedly burst into tears. Isn't it funny how the most simple can often be the most poignant, eloquent and beautiful?Carol Rifka Brunt writes an exemplary story because while she stays within the Young Adult genre, it is never a juvenile or childish tone. Neither is it a too superior know-it-all voice, she effectively becomes a very real normal teenager. There are some gorgeous sentences to be found in this novel which, along with the topic, make it truly memorable. This novel will be easily appreciated by both Young Adult and general fiction readers; I have no hesitation in recommending this to all readers. A big thank-you to Angela in All About Books group for bringing this wonderful novel to my attention. 4.5★ Edited 31st Jan to add: I find this book very relevant today. People have become complacent about Aids; they forget that a huge amount of people still die from Aids even now in 2010s.Today, with friends with benefits and f**k buddies becoming a norm, with sex becoming a simple commodity to be traded, and sex on a first meeting being more or less expected, we seem to have forgotten this huge risk to our health. Check the research, you may be straight, gay, lesbian or maybe a drug user; Aids applies to you, it is still out there!

  • Shelby *trains flying monkeys*
    2019-03-02 16:30

    Sweet sad story. I just stepped back in time with June to the time this story was set. I was that nerdy girl that just didn't feel like she fit in anywhere. This book will break your heart but then restore your soul.

  • Burcu
    2019-03-15 16:22

    Maalesef herkesin aksine ben bir türlü sevemedim. Ne hikayenin içine girebildim ne de hikayenin amacını anlayabildim. Kitap boyunca gördüğüm tek şey dayısına saplantılı küçük bir kız oldu. O nedenle okumayı tercih etmedim ve 300 sayfadan sonra yarım bırakmaya karar verdim.Not: 100 sayfa daha tekrar okudum ama sonuç yine aynı ve maalesef ki kitap okuyamama durumuna kapılarımı sonuna kadar açtım :(Ve 3. Okumada sonu görebildim. Şükür. Herkesin sevdiği beğendiği kadar sevmedim. Okuduğum en iyi kitap da değil kesinlikle. Sevgi ve sevginin türlerini başarılı bir şekilde anlatmış. Fakat çok zahmetli bir kitap olduğunu düşünüyorum.

  • Darlene
    2019-03-16 17:46

    Have you ever met someone you connect with on such a deep level that you feel as if that person knows exactly who you really are and can somehow see straight into your heart to your innermost thoughts and feelings? If so, then you will understand how 14 year old June Elbus feels about her Uncle Finn, in this wonderful and charming book by Carol Rifka Brunt.There are so many layers to this story and each layer contains within it some very important lessons and truths about life. At its most basic level, this book is a coming of age story. June has been close with her Uncle Finn for most of her life. You might even say that she guards this important relationship jealously. He 'gets' her.... even when it seems like nobody else does. But June's Uncle Finn has AIDS and she is having to learn how to say goodbye to the person who knows her best and whom she loves most in the world.Uncle Finn passes away and June's heart is broken. At the funeral, she and her family notice a man waiting alone outside. June discovers the man's name is Toby and he was her Uncle Finn's lover (her family refers to him as uncle Finn's 'special friend'). Toby contacts June and the two of them begin meeting regularly, but secretly, as June's family would not approve... they believe Toby is responsible for Finn's death. These secret meetings play out against the backdrop of family tensions and misunderstandings in the Elbus family. Of course, what coming of age story is complete without family drama? June and toby begin spending a lot of time together.... they are two people who have lost the person they loved most and they find comfort in each other. June realizes that Toby is also dying of AIDS and makes up her mind to take care of Toby until the end.This very moving story takes place in 1987 and Ms. Brunt does a fantastic job of recreating the atmosphere in the country surrounding HIV/AIDS in that time period when the disease was first introduced into the public discourse. She captures the fear, anxiety and the blame which seemed to be directed at the gay community... because of widely held erroneous stereotypes and the general misinformation that seemed to surround the disease. Ms. Brunt handled the issue with sensitivity and through her characters' illness, sought to dispel the myths surrounding the killer disease.This incredibly beautiful story is packed with some very powerful life lessons.... lessons about love and forgiveness and acceptance... about sibling rivalry, jealousy and resentment. The story is about the complexities we so often get bogged down in , in our relationships... complexities that are often self-created and unnecessary. The most important lesson that June had to learn (and one that is important to us all) is that underneath all of the grief and sorrow and disappointments that come our way in life, the only real thing that matters in our relationships is acceptance of ourselves and others and all of our collective shortcomings..after all, the thing that matters most in our relationships is love. Ms. Brunt has written a story which I will think about for quite some time.

  • Mitch
    2019-03-09 15:39

    Complex. Powerful. Poignant. Incredibly sad. Tell the Wolves I'm Home is a beautifully written novel, and I sort of feel guilty for not enjoying it as much as I should have. But I had a hard time connecting with the eighties settings, sadly it's all a little before my time, and everything was just a bit too depressing, so I can't say I had any fun while reading this novel either.But Carol Rifka Brunt does an amazing job writing, setting the mood, crafting June's character. It's surprising, because even though June's clearly very close with her Uncle Finn, in the grand scheme of things he's still just her uncle, and this book turned out much sadder than many books I've read focusing on the death of a sibling or even a parent. And even more surprising, Brunt does it, not by having June cry or wallow or tell us how empty she feels, but through her actions, and more importantly, through a million anecdotes and personal stories about her and her Uncle Finn. It's all very powerful and very touching. And eventually, I couldn't help but feel for June, and then for Toby, and then even for her sister Greta - it all left my stomach feeling like a pit of despair. Whether or not that's a good thing, I'm not sure.Beyond just the personal touches, Brunt also hits on some important themes. I liked the focus on AIDS, how it was completely unknown at the time, how June wasn't sure if such mundane things such as tears or touch or even a kiss could get her infected, problems we really don't have today. But at the same time, it's kind of hard for me to empathize with June's parents, how they're deliberately cruel towards Toby or tried to keep Finn away from his nieces as he's dying because of that fear, because we know today those kinds of fears are rather irrational, and I really don't remember a time when adults could behave like that. So I ended up really hating June's parents and didn't really feel like they redeemed themselves in the end, which I have a feeling is not what Brunt intended. But I do have a feeling that Brunt intended June's relationships, with Finn, with Tobey, even with Greta, to be very complex, and I loved having to guess and trying to figure out what each of them meant to June. June and Tobey's relationship is definitely the most complex; she starts out thinking he killed Finn, and watching that evolution and how everything plays out gave a purpose to the story, although June and Greta's was wasn't bad either and June and Finn's does get fleshed out via old stories as the plot advances. But I didn't like the ending at all, because when June finally clarifies those relationships, admits her feelings to Toby, I'm left wondering - that's it? It all seemed too simple for how complex those relationships felt to me. Even though I didn't like Tell the Wolves I'm Home as much as I wanted to, this is still the rare book that has stayed with me. I would definitely read it just as a reminder of how powerful a book can be, it's easy to forget that nowadays because most books aren't like this, but this is the rare read I'm still pondering over even now after I've finished.