A review by laura_sackton
A Home at the End of the World by Michael Cunningham

When I read this in my early twenties, it was one of those books that stuck right in my heart and didn't let me go. It was a real joy to read it again and love it just as much. I might have even loved it more the second time around. I was more aware of all the layers. What I love about this book is how complex the queer family making is. It's about a family that forms, breaks, and reforms again and again, in various configurations. This book allows a queer family to be as messy and incomplete, as loving and weird, as any other family. And it also hits on a fundamental truth--that when you decide to become family with people, you don't stop being family even when the shape of it changes.