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The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

This novel is a candid and humorous account of a teenager's journey as he navigates the complexities of his identity and his place in the world. The protagonist, a young Native American, faces the challenges of transitioning from a reservation school to a predominantly white high school, while grappling with his own cultural heritage and the expectations of his family. more

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Sherman Alexie
Sherman Alexie

Sherman Alexie is an American poet, writer, and actor, known for his works that reflect the life of Native Americans. He was born on October 7, 1966, and grew up in the Confederated Tribes of the Umatilla Indian Reservation in Rainier, Washington. more

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