'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 the story of people living life without a blueprint. They are outsiders, misfits in several ways: Bobby, kind and open, but haunted; clever, gay Jonathan, unhappy with his directionless life; and fiercely independent Clare, searching for a future to match her dreams. Could it be that together they might make a life for themselves, and perhaps even find love, of a strange kind?