Annie Dillard's seminal work of nonfiction is best, and perhaps should only be, approached once the reader has abandoned all preconceived notions of how the world works. For it is with a wholehearted, open minded innocence that one will see her surroundings anew, as Dillard did over the course of a year in her beloved Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains. As much a milepost in nature writing as it is a meditation on faith, and a questioning of God's presence in life and death, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek takes any ratiocination out of viewing this existence, and approaches it simply and with wide eyed wonder, as it is surely intened to be.