When I read Katie C.’s review last week, I immediately texted the other Bookly Clubbers and said “uh oh, my review is going to look a lot like yours!” I started Tell the Wolves I’m Home on November 10. I didn’t finish until yesterday, which for me is a very long read. Usually, I pick up a book and in a few sittings over the course of 3-4 days, I’m done. I just couldn’t get into this one. Don’t get me wrong, Brunt’s style is enjoyable, the characters were well-developed, and the idea of the book, the story, was touching and I should have love it.

However, I didn’t. I wanted to be on June’s side, but I couldn’t relate to her – even when I put myself back in my 14-year-old shoes, I didn’t feel a connection to her. Her relationship with Greta was fascinating, but Greta herself made me so angry. I think if I had understood Greta’s point of view better, if she had narrated for a bit or we got to “read her diary,” so to speak, perhaps I would’ve really felt for her.

I think the biggest reason I had such a difficult time getting through Tell the Wolves I’m Home was that I had a constant sense of “that’s it?” I would wait for the big dramatic moment, and then when it would arrive, I’d think “that’s it?” As the title of my post makes clear – I was, quite simply, underwhelmed.