Nonfiction by David Crow
David Crow grew up as the second of four children on a Navajo Reservation. His family was not Navajo, but his father worked for the Bureau of Indian Affairs and claimed Cherokee heritage. His father was also a crazy man with an anger problem who had served time in San Quentin Prison. This was an interesting memoir of the Harrowing Childhood variety.
The story begins with the sentence, "I was three and a half the first time my dad told me we had to get rid of my mother." It's very absorbing to read.
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