This is a story of 17th Century Canada written from three different first-person perspectives, Snow Falls an Iroquois girl, Bird a Huron Warrior and Christophe a Jesuit Priest. While there was much I didn’t like about our protagonists, I found all three of them to be extremely compelling as the narrative lunged helplessly to their stories ultimate and inevitable conclusion.

This is a story of faith and people. It is both quiet and introspective, while possibly being one of the most gruesomely violent tales I have read. Not sure who to recommend this one too as I can’t think of any parallels but if you come across one please do comment and tell me about it.