So today, I just finished this amazing novel called Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt. The novel centers a teenage girl named June, who is grieving over the recent death of her beloved Uncle. I’m an avid reader and I always try to get my hands on any book, but there are a few books that I connected with on a very personal level. As I explain the main reason why, I’m not going to spoil too much about the book. The book was so moving and beautifully written, and I definitely recommend it to everyone.

The part of the book that got me the most was the protagonist’s reconciling with the feelings she had for her late uncle. June was incredibly close with her uncle, however she didn’t want to admit to herself that her feeling her deeper. The love she had for him wasn’t typical of a niece loving her uncle and she was ashamed of those feelings. Fortunately, at the end, June learns from a special person that sometimes you can’t help who you fall in love with.

Despite the situation June was in, I feel that is a very great sentiment to learn. I think most of us have been in a situation where we found ourselves in love with someone that we shouldn’t be. For me, it was my best friend. I guess, at this point, my ex-best friend. The funny thing is that I didn’t admit to myself that I was in love with her long after our friendship dissolved. It’s almost been two years since I talked to her, and there’s so much I want to let out. Mainly, my anger over her ghosting me and not giving me a chance. But I also want to let her know the sadness I feel everyday, knowing that I can’t come to her when I need a friend. When I need her. I can’t help but feel the shame of loving someone who’s been so terrible to me, who as put me through so much emotional distress. I shouldn’t love this person for so many reasons and I wish I could just turn all of these feelings off. But at the end, I still do love my ex-best friend.

How the novels goes over June’s affection for her uncle and the extreme heartbreak of having him taken away from her life really made me think. Before the falling out, I adored my best friend. Now that she’s not in my life anymore, I feel that she might as well be dead. I know that’s a horrible thing to say, but given that we don’t have no way of contacting each other and I have no idea what’s she’s doing with her life, she’s pretty much a ghost that hangs over my head.

I apologize for the sad article, but I wanted to share feeling the book gave me, and how I connect it with the relationship I had with my best friend. I hope you all understand where I’m coming from.

Hugs, Jaz

“I thought of all the different kinds of love in the world. I could think of ten without even trying. The way parents love their kids, the way you love a puppy or chocolate ice cream or home or your favorite book or your sister. Or your uncle. There's those kinds of love and then there's the other kind. The falling kind.”
― Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I'm Home