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  <read_at>Wed Dec 17 00:00:00 -0800 2008</read_at>
  <date_added>Wed Dec 10 20:57:31 -0800 2008</date_added>
  <date_updated>Wed Dec 17 14:56:29 -0800 2008</date_updated>
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    <body><![CDATA[My Inprint Workshop writing instructor strongly recommended this book and I picked it up even though I don't typically read YA fiction. The Native American aspect drew me in. The back cover has accolades from Amy Sedaris, Alison Bedchel and Neil Gaiman, so I hoped it would be good.<br/><br/>The part-time Indian of the title is Arnold Spirit, a 14-year old kid living on a reservation. On the first day of school, he opens his math textbook to see the name of his mother inside the front cover, written there nearly 30 years prior.<br/><br/>This sets off a chain of events that leads Arnold to decide to become something more for himself, seek out a better education, fight the poverty that has claimed so many of his fellow tribesmen, and endure all the struggles that go along with becoming an adult at the same time.<br/><br/>Much of the story is depressing — I cried or had tears in my eyes at least 15 times during the course of this book. I cried within the first 10 pages! Arnold's life is sad but also inspiring — he knows deep down that only he is in charge of his fate.<br/><br/>To quote the main character:<br/><em>I used to think the world was broken down by tribes. By black and white. By Indian and white. But I know that isn't true. The world is only broken into two tribes: the people who are assholes and the people who are not.</em><br/><br/>As a side note, found some interesting items in this book when I brought it home from the library: an NWA ticket from Richmond to Detroit to Houston dated early November 2008, and a Continental ticket from Houston to Atlanta to Richmond to Detroit, dated mid November 2008.]]></body>
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