This wasn't what I thought it would be. It's largely a book about Kinew's father, but in that is specifically and proudly a book about being Anishinaabe, speaking Anishinaabemowin, and keeping the cultures and traditions of Anishinaabe society alive--while caring for the dying father who gave passed those traditions on to you after surviving the attempt by Residential Schools to destroy that culture in him. At the same time it's the type of memoir that captures a lot of detail that is massively important in a person's life (relationships, job postings, etc.) but incidental in a story like this, but it's written in an engaging voice that reads easily. And even the things that seem incidental underline the way that culture works in a person's day to day life: Kinew describes bringing his Anishinaabe identity to everything he does, and that alone makes this an exciting and important book--because it is not just about being "Native," but about being Anishinaabe, speaking and teaching Anishinaabemowin, and participating in traditions that are both cross-cultural among First Nations, and specific to Anishinaabe identity.