My father was reading this when I visited him. He looked up long enough to say hi and then didn't say anything else all evening. The next day he handed it to me as I was leaving. At home that night I read it in one sitting forgetting to go to bed until 3 am. In the morning I handed it to my sweetheart. When I checked in an hour later I was greeted by teary eyes, a pile of tissue and a mumbled, sure, when I asked how long she might be. I took pity and brought in coffee.
Just read it.
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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie
reb, December 16, 2007
My father was reading this when I visited him. He looked up long enough to say hi and then didn't say anything else all evening. The next day he handed it to me as I was leaving. At home that night I read it in one sitting forgetting to go to bed until 3 am. In the morning I handed it to my sweetheart. When I checked in an hour later I was greeted by teary eyes, a pile of tissue and a mumbled, sure, when I asked how long she might be. I took pity and brought in coffee.Just read it.
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