I heard the owl call my name by Margaret Craven
Amid the grandeur of the remote Pacific Northwest stands Kingcome, a village so ancient that, according to Kwakiutl myth, it was founded by the two brothers left on earth after the great flood. The Native Americans who still live there call it Quee, a place of such incredible natural richness that hunting and fishing remain primary food sources. But the old culture of totems and potlatch is being replaces by a new culture of prefab housing and alcoholism. Kingcome's younger generation is disenchanted and alienated from its heritage. And now, coming upriver is a young vicar, Mark Brian, on a journey of discovery that can teach him -- and us -- about life, death, and the transforming power of love.
I just finished this lovely little book.
While I did not find I heard the owl call my name to be life-changing, I did appreciate Craven's sensitive descriptions and the simplicity of the book as a whole.
As a side note: it's really interesting to read the customer reviews of this book on amazon.com because the majority of the reviewers are kids who were "forced" to read the book for school.