"Guokteloginjeallje"
This is a typical name for a chapter; this one is chapter 24. My complaint about this book is that there are so many Sami words. That would be okay if there were a glossary, or if the word was followed by an English translation. Is the reader supposed to look up on Google every single word that they put on in Sami? You would be looking up all the time and never finish the book. I did look up the first few words and then I just got sick of it. So I just end up not knowing what the hell they just said.

For some reason, many of the characters in this book blow their nose into the snow without kleenexes or handkerchiefs. It's a truly disgusting habit they have:
"... they stood in the yard, loading up sleds, gassing up the snowmobiles, pressing one nostril closed as they rocketed snot out the other... "
this happens throughout the book and I wish they'd fucking stop it.

Here's an excerpt from the chapter 33 entitled GolbMalogigolbma: 
" the smörgåstårta had three layers; the salmon was fresh, the shrimp large, the Cucumbers cut into spirals, and the sprigs of Dill not yet wilted. Efficient women moved quickly between tables bearing carafes of coffee, pitchers of milk, and freshly mixed fruit drinks."
Wow I'm happy I didn't get invited to that party. It's a Society where women are expected to stay at home and do shit for the men like make their food. That's why I like the character of Elsa, because she refused to stay at home; she gets in there into the Corrals and does the lassoing of the reindeer.

When lasse, elsa's cousin, kills himself, it's a blow to her, as she looked up to him as a big brother. 
"psychologists and counselors had tried to reach out to his grieving next to kim, but both immediate and extended family had closed ranks. Don't let anyone get too close. Don't talk about it. Just let it be. Anyway, none of the psychologists spoke Sami, so obviously it wouldn't work. 
How mattias grieved, she didn't know. She only remembered that he refused to hold her hand at the funeral and that he didn't cry.
Lasse wasn't the first person in sapmi to take his own life; more had followed him. Little Elsa had thought it was no wonder, when people like Mom said they were better off wherever they ended up after death. It was like giving permission. 
She shuddered and placed her Palm over Lasse's smiling face. What if it was the ones who took their own lives that were doing the right thing? The ones who said they couldn't take it anymore and left behind everything that hurt. The ones who made a statement to the whole world. See what you drive us to do? We can't take it anymore. We would rather kill ourselves than watch our reindeer be tortured and killed while we listen to how much you hate us. We would rather kill ourselves than watch you take our land for a mine that won't give you more than a decade's work, tops.
Anxious parents kept watchful eyes on their teenagers and adult children, limited them, held them back, didn't let them move farther away than across a snow bank to the next lot over. But nothing could help if you didn't take away the reason they wanted to leave this life."
My sister killed herself, and I believe she was leaving a huge message: I don't want to live in this world, with the life you've given me. I don't blame her. I would have done it, before I had kids, except she beat me to it and I saw what it did to our family. 
Also, I believe that having this kind of a way to make a living, off of animals dying, may have a lot to do with their psychological problems. Yes I understand that they get a lot of racism and Hate, but they profess to love their reindeer. That's not a way to show love for an animal, to kill it and eat it.

The importance of this book is for educational purposes. I have heard of lapland, and I've seen images of the people in their native clothes. I understand that lap means stupid in german, so it's important to know to call them Sami.