Tell the Wolves I’m Home

This novel felt like it was about someone I could have known as a suburban teen in the 80s, living not far from the setting of this story.

The characters were well developed and felt real – but I disagreed with some of their choices, and reading this story as a parent I felt both frustrated and moved by them. It’s a beautiful story and I’m glad to have read it. I even think it could be classified as YA fiction, for the right YA who can handle some of the heavier themes.

For this book, I made black and white cookies, since this dessert creates a special bond between two friends-to-be who have yet to meet. As a New Yorker I am a purist about black and white cookies, and these are not classic form. But something tells me the almost-YA audience in my house won’t mind.