Since Thoreau's "Walden" is one of my favorite books and being alone in the woods is my favorite place to be, this account of the author's four years of self-sufficiency appealed to me at once. Reading it, I lived as if in a dream, following the rhythms of his days, the changing seasons, the flora and fauna, and the rhythms of the work -- the "real work". I enjoyed the simplicity of the language that mirrored the simplicity of his days and nights. The experience was unselfconsciously framed with literary references to the great poets, writers, naturalists, and philosophers at every turn as well as the myth, lore and ancient knowledge of the American Cherokee Indian and the nearby neighbors Zoro and Mac. The dialog with these last two was peppered with the same authentic words and phrases I remember from my grandmother's mountain dialect. I felt heart-sick at the end with the author's inevitable return to civilization, just as I am heart-sick at the sounds of falling trees and ripping bulldozers at every recent visit to the area, as gentrification and paved roads reach further and further into the southern Appalachians. This book is recommended for those who love "Walden" and for those who have hope for a sustainable future.