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_luckycats_ 's review for:
Tell the Wolves I'm Home
by Carol Rifka Brunt
"Of course, I was relieved that the party was canceled. It wasn't only the shy thing, the total social retardation. It was more than that. I wasn't interest in drinking beer or vodka or smoking cigarettes or doing all the other things Greta thinks I can't even imagine. I don't want to imagine those things. Anyone can imagine things like that. I want to imagine wrinkled time, and forests thick with wolves, and bleak midnight moors. I dream about people who don't need to have sex to know they love each other. I dream about people who would only ever kiss you on the cheek."
"He patted me on the shoulder and told me that he knew what I meant. That usually the first version you hear is the one you'll love for the rest of your life."
"I stood there letting that animal sadness drape over my shoulders, waiting for it to tell me why it was there."
"He patted me on the shoulder and told me that he knew what I meant. That usually the first version you hear is the one you'll love for the rest of your life."
"I stood there letting that animal sadness drape over my shoulders, waiting for it to tell me why it was there."