Tell the wolves I’m home – Carol Rifka Brunt

Tell the wolves I’m home is a haunting tale of deep love and loss – in all forms. 14 year old June Elbus loses her favorite uncle and godfather, Finn, to Aids in 1986. This was a time when very little was known about this disease, and the stigma around it then was even more potent than it is today. The book starts in Finn’s dying days. He is an established New York artist and is painting his nieces, both as a parting gift, and as an excuse to spend every Sunday with them before he dies. 

When he does pass away, June begins to learn that there is a whole secret life her uncle had, that she never even knew about. Betrayed and confused, the man her family accuses of giving Finn Aids, his live-in boyfriend Toby, reaches out to June. In a deeply satisfying read, the two try and work through their mutual love and loss of such an amazing man.

This book is magnificent for a debut novel. It is crammed through with exquisite quotes and insights into the beauty and pain of life. Rich themes tie this book together, particularly that of the relationship between siblings. Anyone who grew up with a sister will find this a particularly relatable story.

It is moving in the utmost, and although I haven’t read a vast amount of queer literature, I found this story wonderfully moving and thoroughly satisfying. I paired it with the superb Anura Legato.