I simply couldn’t find enough time over the last week for Tell the Wolves I’m Home! Had I the time, I would have devoured the book much more quickly.
In 1986, early in the AIDS crisis, fourteen-year-old June Elbus loses her beloved uncle (a famous but reclusive artist) to the disease. She suddenly feels unmoored in the world, left alone without Uncle Finn, her best friend. Aside from June’s memories, all that remains of Finn is his final painting, a portrait of June and her older sister.
But then June receives a message from her uncle’s lover, Toby. Because June’s mother resents Toby (believing that Toby separated Finn from the family and that Toby is responsible for Finn’s death), June decides to meet him secretly in Manhattan.
Over the next several months, June forges a friendship with the man she was never allowed to know before her uncle’s death. She finds out things she never knew about her family, she learns more about her uncle’s life, and she discovers that some of the things she loved most about her uncle were things that he gained from his relationship with Toby.
A story about love in its many forms, Carol Rifka Brunt’s Tell the Wolves I’m Home is a gem of a book.