Well, I read Black Elk in Paris. I wish it had been Confessions of a Pagan Nun but it wasn’t. Darn.
Black Elk wasn’t a bad book, it was a little bit slow. I really didn’t care whether he got back to America or not. I didn’t care much about Madou or Philippe or any of the others. Sort of bored with the whole thing. Too bad though, I thought it had potential.
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