![]() ![]() The constant references back to the Indians of the past versus the Indians of the present, and how, despite the changing times and landscapes and technologies, nothing has changed at all. I was so fascinated to learn so much, to have this second-hand experience through these characters. ![]() ![]() This book was so deep and rich in Native American culture and history. It’s just, if not more, terrifying than any ghost or spirit or ghoul that’s usually haunting me. But knowing there’s an Elk Head Woman creeping up your stairs, or staring at your between the gaps in the passing train… it gives me shivers. I mean, they’re herbivores - we hunt them. I’ll never look at a deer/elk the same way ever again. I grew up in a place where deer roamed free, and they’re just…there. I never would have considered an animal haunting a person to be scary, much less an elk. ![]() I had so many of those “something doesn’t feel right” moments, where you want to yell and tell that character to stop, or turn around, or just get the fuck out of there now. Constantly I was unsettled, made to feel uncomfortable with the surroundings and situations characters were finding themselves in. The Only Good Indians takes its reader on a journey from start to finish, and while not necessarily fitting the typical formula for a horror story, still chilled me to my very core. ![]()
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