The East Indian

I’ve never read a story like this. A young boy withstands excruciating setbacks and vicious bigotry in seventeenth-century Virginia simply because of what he looks like, yet never feels an ounce of self-pity or explodes in righteous anger.

Rather, to sustain himself he holds onto the memory of his mother’s love. What an extraordinary portrayal, gripping and original, one that makes me examine my own life.