Appalachia Now hops on the back of a motorcycle for a wild ride through the hills we know best--Vicco, Hazard, branches, mine access roads. Fiddle tunes and black lung and the photoelectric gleam of stars. But these haunting stories take us way beyond the familiar. They are as skillfully wrought with the visible world as they are with the luminous being in the hollow of a cupped hand. I couldn't put this book down and when I did, my heart ached to step back inside the pages. Karen McElmurray