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2004 Season
 Sharyn McCrumb’s award winning novels celebrating the history and folklore of Appalachia have received scholarly acclaim and ranked on the New York Times Best-Seller lists. The author of The Songcatcher, The Ballad of Frankie Silver, The Rosewood Casket, She Walks These Hills, The Hangman’s Beautiful Daughter, and If Ever I Return, Pretty Peggy-O, as well as many other acclaimed novels, McCrumb’s books have been named Notable Books of the Year by The New York Times and The Los Angeles Times. Her novels, studied in universities throughout the world, are translated into German, Dutch, Japanese, and Italian. She has lectured on her work at Oxford University, the University of Bonn-Germany, and at the Smithsonian Institution; taught a writers workshop for WICE in Paris, France, and served as writer-in-residence at King College in Tennessee. Honored for Outstanding Contribution to Appalachian Literature by the Appalachian Writer’s Association in 1997, Sharyn McCrumb’s many awards include the Sherwood Anderson Short Story Award; Appalachian Writer of the Year Award in 1999 from Shepherd College; the Flora McDonald Award; Morehead State University’s Chaffin Award; and the Plattner Award from Berea College. Her work has twice received the AWA’s Best Appalachian Novel Award. In November 2003, she received the Wilma Dykeman Award for Regional Historical Literature by the East Tennessee Historical Society.
The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter (1993)
She Walks These Hills (1995)
The Rosewood Casket (1997)
The Songcatcher (2002)
Ghost Riders (2004)
from Ghost Riders, a Novel By Sharyn McCrumb…
Malinda Blalock, March 1862
That night I pulled on my hunting boots and britches and Keith’s old coat, and I made my way up on the ridge to look at the stars and think. The night was clear-- still winter up on the mountain-- so that the cold air burned my insides as I walked, and I had to keep blowing on my hands to keep my fingers from going numb. Spring was coming, though. I would miss the mountain. Up there I almost felt like I could talk to Keith and make him hear me. I wasn’t too sure about God.
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