a really good book
When I picked up this book in 1995, after reading several of her books and not liking them, I read it in one sitting, sat it down and never had another emotional outburst again. It came down to the words: a little boy who decided not to be violent. Miss Erdrich was a poet in this book Every sentence, every phrase turned my imagination running. I am a white male, 65 in a wheelchair now and I read it again. I got the same reaction I did the first time. It's not about being a mother it's about being a true human being..