There’s always a wolf, living inside your heart, and no matter how many lies you tell yourself that everything is okay everything is fine, at the end of the day the wolf will still bring the guilt out of you, corroding your heart & mind in the middle of the night.
I’m not really connected to the book, I feel like the progress is so slow and everything is so draggy. But I like the concept nonetheless, of the guilt and wolves and how the sisters bonded throughout the book and how their r/s resembles their mother’s and uncle’s. Beautiful Ruins is so far the best in my summer book challenge list. Sh*t My Father Says next! I hope it’s as funny as people said it is.