Very few books have sucked me from the first sentence. Lone Wolf by Jodi Picoult was one of those books. By the end of the second chapter I was already in tears. Half way through I started looking at my own life differently. After turning the last page I could only sit in silence and let it all sink in.
This is a story about love. Love of family and love of animal. Don’t misunderstand, this is no romance novel. The narrative details the life of an animal biologist who felt more comfortable living amongst the wolf pack he was studying rather than with his own human family. It follows his journey of sacrifice and relearning and provides the reader with many opportunities to question and evaluate their own social perceptions of what they thought to be true. I saw myself in so many aspects of this book and took away heartfelt lessons of joy and heartache. I also learned a great deal about wolf behaviour and how we, as humans, could service ourselves well by paying attention to the teachings of our Canis lupus brothers and sisters.
This is one story that will linger in the back of my mind for a long time.
Next up on the book shelf: The Opposite of Loneliness by Marina Keegan