“I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.”
This is a quote from the book that I read this month, “Tell the Wolves I’m
Home” by Carol Rifka Brunt. The main character, a girl named June, said this.
She thought she was the most important person to her uncle because he was the
most important person to her. He was also her godfather and they spent a lot of
time together. However, it was only after he died that she found this to be
false. The same was true with her sister, Greta. When they were younger, they
were best friends. They played games together and never kept secrets from each
other. As they grew older, Greta began to be bitter towards her sister. She
always made fun of her sister and was always rude. Also, June thought that just
because someone was her best friend meant that she was their best friend as
well. She found that the feeling was not mutual as they drifted apart. She
thought that Toby was friendly with her because he was lonely, but found out
that her uncle had told Toby to take care of her, just as he had told her to
take care of Toby.
This can
happen in everyday life to ordinary people as well. It doesn’t just have to
happen in stories. There were two different people at different times that I
thought were my best friends, only to realize that they didn’t think the same
of me. I don’t hate them now; I just realize that we will never be any more than
acquaintances now. This has helped me to realize that it can be more difficult
to go through losing a friend than it is to live with only a handful of
friends. It also helped me to realize that finding a best friend who will
remain your best friend through nearly anything is extremely rare, and I
realize how lucky I am to have someone like that, even if it is only one
person.
Perhaps
one reason I enjoyed this book was that June reminded me of myself in many
ways.
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