Tell the Wolves I’m Home

November 17, 2015

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After Starting this book the beginning of September, I finally finished! I’m usually good at devouring books (at a lightning speed), but I have been very well occupied this past few months. Leaving my teaching job and transitioning to my new full time one proved to be really hectic and a little bit nerve-wracking at the same time. Now that I have fully settled in with my new routine, I figured there’s no excuse as to why I should not finish what I started.

I won’t go into details about why I loved Tell the Wolves I’m Home, but let me just say this… it is raw and although nonfiction, it is real as can be. June Elbus has got to be one of my favorite characters… not because of her choices, but how Carol Rifka Blunt made me feel… like she took my thoughts and spirit and crafted June Elbus out of it, stitched with perfect words and sentences that I myself couldn’t have produced even in parallel universe.

Here are my favorite quotes from the book…

“Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.”

“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’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. And in the end, all I can do is nod or shrug, because the light of their eyes looking at me, waiting for me, is just too much to take. And then it’s over and there’s one more person in the world who thinks I’m a complete and total waste of space.
The worst thing is the stupid hopefulness. Every new party, every new bunch of people, and I start thinking that maybe this is my chance. That I’m going to be normal this time. A new leaf. A fresh start. But then I find myself at the party, thinking, Oh, yeah. This again.
So I stand on the edge of things, crossing my fingers, praying nobody will try to look me in the eye. And the good thing is, they usually don’t.”

“Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.”

“You can build a whole world around the tiniest of touches.”

“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.”

“Watching people is a good hobby, but you have to be careful about it. You can’t let people catch you staring at them. If people catch you, they treat you like a first-class criminal. And maybe they’re right to do that. Maybe it should be a crime to try to see things about people they don’t want you to see.”


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