i have read this book probably eight or nine times. the first time i was about ten, possibly eleven, and i felt so connected to june elbus even though she was much older than i was. i cry every time i read it. i am now nineteen, closer to gretaās age than juneās, but i see so much of myself in june. i havenāt reread it in several years and i am admittedly afraid to read it again out of fear that it isnāt how i remember it. tell the wolves iām home had a profound impact on my middle school years, and iām afraid that college-age me might not feel so deeply connected to it. regardless, itās my all-time favorite book. i used to dislike answering the āwhat is your favorite book?ā question because it felt like revealing too much of myself to answer. even now, i would shy away from recommending it to other people because itās so much a part of me, and i donāt know if other people would feel so connected to it. but what matters is that i feel connected to it, and to june, and i love tell the wolves iām home with my whole heart.
āI discover a journey not identical to my lifeās path, and yet blazed with the intimate familiarity of my own lived experience. I locate theoryāthe way it is livedā in motion and in interconnection. Not hard to understand; hard to live.ā
- Leslie Feinberg (10th anniversary edition)
heartwrenching from start to finish. a warm hug for someone like me.
i canāt really criticize the writing of this book, just because itās the uniqueness and importance of this story that sets it apart. it is a story that absolutely needed to be written. whatās even more amazing is that such simple writing could capture the lived intricacies of gender and sexuality in so many shades.
i had never felt seen like this.
a beautiful book exploring love, loss, grief, and other deeply personal experiences through the colour blue. I recently reread this book and fell in love with it again. It felt like I was reading a completely different book compared to when I read it a few years ago. I think thatās due to my growth as a person and the experiences Iāve had between the last read and when I read it now. I imagine that if I were to pick it up again 10 years from now, it would feel different again. It grows with you. Itās hard not to get teary eyed. ātrying not to think about you, about my having lost you. but how can it be? how can it be? was I too blue for you. was I too blue.ā
I stumbled upon this book in a thrift store several years ago and have reread it several times since. Miranda July writes about feelings so acutely and so tenderly it is startling. This book is a foundational text for my best friend and I, and began a tradition of annotating that continues to this day. Miranda July, Melissa Broder, Sheila Heti, and Chloe Caldwell exist in this genre of writers that have shaped me so completely as a woman and as a young person, I really believe that everyone can become a truer version of themself by reading books like this that exist to display difficult and dirty and uncomfortable emotions in a way that questions them and validates them in equal measure. This Person is my favorite story in the collection. I return to it like a prayer.
there is nothing better than sitting in bed at night when thereās lightning and thunder outside, flashing and booming at the same moment. tomorrow morning there will be greener grass and more beautiful flowers
i learned what these are today. i took the photo this afternoon and came home to research types of clouds because i was curious. who knew there were so many different types of clouds?
i was just eating a protein bar and didnāt feel like eating the whole thing, so iām letting it rest on my nightstand until tomorrow. i used to have problems with disordered eating and didnāt let myself make choices about my food. life is so much more beautiful when iām well fed