I couldn't finish it. I just did not want to waste another minute of my time. 
 We're supposed to be reading the journal of a 19th century woman who has been in an asylum for years and who is now off to live with the Cheyenne sight unseen... but the book actually reads like a novel that is pretending to be a journal of a 19th century woman who blah blah blah. First, the writing style feels forced. It's mostly descriptive and super detailed in many ways, which is just not what you'd expect out of the journal of a character like this. This could be overlooked (journal style isn't the easiest thing to get right after all), but... the main character herself seems unrealistically modern -- but more importantly, it doesn't seem like there's a lot of room for her to grow and change as a person as the story progresses. She's a vehicle for the plot, which isn't always a bad thing for a character to be, but I tend to expect more out of someone's private diaries and letters. 
 Two stars rather than one because the author obviously did his research when it came to the Native Americans at least. Well, as far as I could tell but I'm no expert on the Cheyenne. And because I appreciate the idea of the story. It's just the execution that was bad. I wanted to like it, I really did, but nope.