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 Alison, I read The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven in Grad School. It was through Sherman Alexie that I discovered the power of voice. Never before had I read words so powerful. So vibrant.
Alexie's words lift off the page and soar to the heavens before slamming into a brick wall just to make sure you're paying attention.
On a recent visit to Books A Million (Don't hate on me. I live in a small town without a local bookstore and a limited budget), I planned to buy The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.
To my surprise and pleasure, I found it in the discount section. I'm not going to lie. I danced. I cheered. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew it was destiny. For Alison, I didn't buy just one copy. I bought two, and one lucky reader will receive a copy.
Alexie's voice speaks to me like no other. And I say again, he doesn't write about unicorns who fart rainbows. He writes about death, alcoholism, and physical abuse with hilarious overtones. It's like when a person smashes into a light post and everyone erupts in raucous laughter. Wait..., am I the only one who does that? Well, I do, but I'm sure Sherman Alexie would be standing beside me, saying, "See? See!"
Because I love Sherman Alexie oh soooooo, sooooooooo much and because I was an asshole for waiting so long to read The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I'm going to make this book giveaway oh so simple. Just comment below, and I'll pick one lucky winner to take this masterpiece home.
Sharing the writing love one letter at a time,
Kim
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 Alison, I read The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven in Grad School. It was through Sherman Alexie that I discovered the power of voice. Never before had I read words so powerful. So vibrant.
Alexie's words lift off the page and soar to the heavens before slamming into a brick wall just to make sure you're paying attention.
On a recent visit to Books A Million (Don't hate on me. I live in a small town without a local bookstore and a limited budget), I planned to buy The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian.
To my surprise and pleasure, I found it in the discount section. I'm not going to lie. I danced. I cheered. I couldn't believe my luck. I knew it was destiny. For Alison, I didn't buy just one copy. I bought two, and one lucky reader will receive a copy.
Alexie's voice speaks to me like no other. And I say again, he doesn't write about unicorns who fart rainbows. He writes about death, alcoholism, and physical abuse with hilarious overtones. It's like when a person smashes into a light post and everyone erupts in raucous laughter. Wait..., am I the only one who does that? Well, I do, but I'm sure Sherman Alexie would be standing beside me, saying, "See? See!"
Because I love Sherman Alexie oh soooooo, sooooooooo much and because I was an asshole for waiting so long to read The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, I'm going to make this book giveaway oh so simple. Just comment below, and I'll pick one lucky winner to take this masterpiece home.
Sharing the writing love one letter at a time,
Kim
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