Dear Alison, I have a confession to make. Well, I already confessed it to you the other day, but I need to confess it to the world. I need to get this heavy weight off my chest. Sherman Alexie's book, The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian , sat on my #TBR list for years. Years . I am ashamed. I am embarrassed. I am upset. I don't know why I never bought the book. I looked at the book every time I went to the bookstore. Every time . And I'm not talking about just glancing at it. I picked it up. I touched it. I flicked through the pages. I pulled it into my chest. Then I set it back on the shelf. Every damn time. Hell, I know I even looked at it when I was with you at New York's Books of Wonder. Well, I guess you can't blame me for that one--after all, I had Rainbow on my mind, but back to the Kim bashing. Call me an idiot. Call me an asshole. Do want to know the worst part? The magic that sits between the black covers was no mystery to me. For...