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“Sharon was Apache, and I was Spokane, but we practiced our tribal religions like we practiced Catholicism: We loved all of the ceremonies but thought they were pitiful cries to a disinterested god.”

Quote by Sherman Alexie

Book:Ten Little Indians
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Ten Little Indians

This suspenseful novel intertwines a series of mysterious deaths with the haunting lyrics of a traditional English nursery rhyme. The story unfolds as each character is eliminated, and readers are left to decipher the intricate connections between the victims and the rhyme's lyrics. 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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