This is a fine example of my favorite type of fiction: one that gives me a glimpse of people whose perspectives and upbringing differ dramatically from my own yet shows the emotional currency that we all share. Erdrich demonstrates that as humans, we can find common ground in the intrinsic desire for security and justice. This gripping, emotionally taut novel explores tricky issues of Native American sovereignty and legal jurisdiction through the eyes of a teenaged boy. His mother has escaped her would-be murderer, yet refuses to reveal his identity or name the place of the crime even knowing that one small lie would put the perpetrator behind bars and keep her family safe. This was my first time reading Louise Erdrich, but it certainly won't be my last.