This was a good small-town coming of age story. The writing was quite beautiful and, although it did cross over momentarily into sticky sweet sentimentality and stereotypical wise-Indian warrior speak, I still found it quite touching. It was a very fast read, and I found myself liking the main character. It was sort of a modern-day "Last of the Mohicans." Bones is telling the story of how the people in the town affected his life. Predominantly, he focused on Joe, a wise Lakoda man who possessed a sort of Indian magic and a very strong faith and belief in the old ways. Joe tells a story of the Ghost Dancers and how they were massacred by the white people due to fear at Wounded Knee. His grandfather taught him the Ghost Dance, making him the last of the Ghost Dancers. As events in the book slowly spiral, Joe plays an even greater part in the fate of the town and its people. This book kept me interested. Technically, as I am more agnostic than anything, I believe Native American teachings make much more sense than Christian teachings. The more I live, the farther I grow from Christianity. In that respect, I loved the lessons this book had to teach, and I loved what Joe said about the Ghost Dance. I, too, believe that Mother Earth will eventually cleanse herself of the cancers that humanity has inflicted upon her, and it's only a matter of time. While Christians spout their teachings of the coming apocalypse, they're slowly killing the Earth by not caring - by believing that it was all put here by God for us to use, and so they use it without regard to how much they waste. It's a sad and sobering reality.