Having spent my teenage years on the Nez Perce Reservation to the south of the Spokanes, I was sadly reminded of life there. I found very little humor in the book. Too many of the people, characterised in this collection of short stories reminded me of those who are still there. I fall into the heading as one of the urbans according to Alexie's definition. And as much as I have tried to forget, I am haunted by the memories of those I left.