My husband always tells me I'm weird. I have a hard time reading or watching movies where other people embarrass themselves. I actually blush, and can feel their shame as if it were me who had been caught in some uncompromising situation. This is one of those books, and there were a few places where I had to grit my teeth and push forward. All for the sake of the book! 
 Okay, so I loved the writing style. The whole book is told in almost mini-story format, eventually giving the whole story, one anecdote or memory at a time. Once I got past the shame, the story itself is quite warm and genuine. Just don't expect it to be blissfully happy! It is one of unconditional love, through many of its unconventional forms. 
 One thing is kinda driving me nuts. The cover. I get why the teapot is on it, and of course the girl's silhouette, but why A BEAR?! There are constant mentions of wolves, from the title, to listening to them howl in the woods, to wolves hidden in paintings. The reader is practically bombarded with all of this wolf symbology, and yet the bear was mentioned once. ONE. TIME. and somehow this warrants it a starring role on the cover? Uh uh.