three, four, five times. maybe more. "winesburg, ohio" is a transcendent reading experience. the equivalent, perhaps, of peering through a magnificent kaleidoscope and watching the colors and patterns turn one way, then the other. by turns funny, sad, but mostly tragic, anderson takes us on a guided tour of a small mid-western town. each vignette, weighing in at merely ten pages apiece, is a jewel of understatement. the language, simple and poetic, is a dream. beyond a dream. and it packs a heartache as real as anything you'll find in a book 5 times its size. the real marvel, however, is when you flip to the beginning and start all over again.