'Boys, Boys,' Clare says, pulling away from my kiss. 'What a perverse crew we are. What a deeply weird bunch.' 'We're really, you know, not much weirder than any family,' I say, 'at least we love each other. Didn't you say that first?' 'Maybe I did about a thousand years ago.' Beautifully written, sweetly melancholic and sharply observed. A Home at the End of the World is a story of people living life without a blueprint. They are outsiders misfits in several ways: Bobby, kind and open, but haunted; clever and gay Jonathan, unhappy with his directionless life; and fiercely independant Clare, searching for a future to matche her dreams. Cold it be that together they might make a life for themselves, and perhaps even find love, of a strange kind?