Then I had this thought: What if it was enough to realize that you would die someday, that none of this would go on forever? Would that be enough?

You can't judge a book by its cover but I saw "Tell the Wolves I'm Home" on a list that had other books I enjoyed I noticed the awesome and thought I would give it a try. This isn't typically the kind of book I would read but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy the book.

This was a really strong story dealing with a lot of heavy subject matter set in the late 80's when there was a a lot of speculation and quick judgement about AIDS, especially against those who had it. I have no siblings or similar relationship with an extended member that I could relate to, but I imagine if you had either of those things this book would be that much more appealing. Still, this was an enjoyable read with a moderate build and as the story picked up I was hooked to read more.