The Only Good Indians

Good lord the beginning of this book is the classic minority “victim” jargon about how natives to this day face racism from honky “white boys” which is kind of funny because the author can't stop making subliminal derogatory remarks towards white people but it's okay because he's Native. He also talks about how cops are always looking for a reason to give them a ticket for anything. So white people = bad. Cops = bad. White cops = double bad. Got it.
I finally forced myself to read past 50 pages because so many authors love this book, then I started liking it. The chapters were boring but the endings would give you just enough to keep reading, then the middle of the book is just useless page padding to lengthen the book. One chapter was completely about someone playing basketball and there's several basketball references throughout the book. This is supposed to be a horror book that can get me away from reality. If I wanted to read about a basketball player that thinks he has it rough I'll ask Lebron James to write a book called “I Will Not Shut Up and Dribble” I made it to page 185. Maybe if I would have read more I might have enjoyed it enough to possibly give it an extra star but this is all I can do.