I'm a big book loaner. Every time I read something I loved, my first impulse is to give it to someone else immediately, "here, read this!". And a lot of times, I never get that book back. If I really loved it, I go and buy it again, so I still have a copy. Consequently, I have owned 7 copies of this book (yeah, I am dumb, because I kept loaning it out). The last time I bought it, I was told it was out of print, so I held on to that copy.
I've always been interested in Native American history, and I remember how that interest fired when I read the back cover of this. This is a fictional story based on factual events. Cynthia Ann Parker was 9 years old when she & her brother were captured by Comanches in a raid and later adopted into their tribe. Cynthia (later Naduah) grew up to marry one of the Comanche's fiercest chiefs, Nocona. Her son Quanah Parker grew up to be the last free Comanche war chief. Much of what Ms St. Clair Robson wrote of their lives was taken from published interviews with Quanah Parker, who by all accounts was quite charming and social and loved to talk about his mother.
I think I was just a few years out of high school when I first read this, yet I can tell you everything that happened here. I remember all the names and what they mean. I remember the battles, nights laughing under the moon, the sickness, conversations, Pah-mo the gazelle, betrayals, and deaths. The hatred, tenderness, sorrow, love, violence and stunning brutality. Everything. I've read this several times over the years, but there always comes the point where I just can't read on, and eventually I stopped re-reading. *there's your warning that there is no friggin' HEA*
If there is anything that I can think of that some might not enjoy, it's the detail of their day-to-day life, as it could maybe sometimes be a bit tedious, depending on how interested you were in the first place but I was always fascinated.
Might not be a book for everyone but it's one of the most wrenching, memorable stories I've ever read.