I've read a couple of Alexie's novels and enjoyed them, and a few years ago heard him speak and enjoyed that even more. This memoir jarred me, in a positive sense. How could someone who suffered as he has come out the way he has? How could someone who hated his mother (for very good reasons) grieve her death so much? I've read a great deal about the history of Native Americans, and thought I new a lot. This book taught me more than everything else put together. Alexie lets it all hang out, and even though he describes himself, probably honestly, as a liar, he's a vulnerable liar, and I had to respect him. I'll be reading everything else of his that I can get my hands on.