You can read this several ways -- as semidocumentary verite, as a heartstring-hustler which it also is with a particular appeal for young girls or older girls if you're looking at it the other way around (Mrs. Harris has written juveniles as well), but in any case you'll read it. Hatter Fox is a seventeen year-old Navajo who's been into both drugs and explosives when she's picked up having slashed the young doctor, Summer, and ritually made blood drawings on his face. The next time Summer is called in to see her she's in a reformatory where she's been kept in restraint, fed intravenously, and proven to be unmanageable and unreachable. Summer, who tells this story, manages to elicit two words (""Fuck off"") and then agrees to stay on to try and overcome some of her impacted hostilities which are actually even greater fears. Little by little her blank page past is filled in and while Summer gets through to her, other realities are not as easily overcome -- ""there was no room in the world for what she was,"" the misfit-reject of both whites and Indians. Hatter Fox is the kind of girl you might have overlooked as one of those distant statistics; you won't again since Mrs. Harris has told her story with a kind of instant susceptibility you'll reciprocate, one to one.