Hagy, Jessica - One Morning

“Did you enjoy that book?” asked Zelda.
“Yes, quite a bit. The book has twelve chapters, one for each hour of that day, for each woman. “Midnight: Helena,” “One in the morning: Ruth,” “Two in the morning: Agnes” …
We read what happens with each during that particular hour, a bit of back story, interior monologue, possible trajectory. By chapter three, you start to see how the women, their stories, weave and intersect.”
“I love books like that!”
“And this is masterfully constructed,” I said. “Better, it occurs in a part of the world you know.”
“Oh?”
“An area outside Pittsburgh.”
“I’ve never been there,” she said.
“A pocket community in Appalachia, where coal has been dug out to where the land is unstable, the water is toxic, and the mining jobs have dried up.”
“The same mountain range where you grew up. Where I’ve visited dozens of times. Yes, I know the area. And I love the size of the book. It is perfect for reading. Set it aside, I want to read it.”