we found the B-29, I imagined seeing :a desiccated skeleton of a wing or a tail poking through the snow. But when 'e swooped over a hill and dove into a wide snow-covered bowl at 150 knots, my heart raced. The Kee Bird was lying on top of the snow, a silver-colored B-29 Superfortress, literally frozen in time. Save a missing rudder and four bent props, the plane looked perfect, as if it had landed yesterday. I could see the yellow letters KEE BIRD written on the nose, its panes of glass still intact.

In this riveting adventure of man, machine, and history, the quest for winged treasure ultimately extends far beyond the search for the Kee Bird. Hoffman literally crisscrosses the country to track down the key players in the high-stakes warbird game. He meets a retired Midwestern carpenter who crammed every inch of his yard with now-precious warbirds during the lean years when they were considered junk; attends an air show where crowds go wild at the sight of four of the fourteen air-worthy B-1 7s flying in formation; speaks to pilots and mechanics, millionaire businessmen and penniless kids-all of them ready to drop everything in pursuit of these fabled planes.

"These planes are a sickness, that's all there is to it," one warbird fan tells Hoffman as he lovingly polishes his vintage B-17. In this superbly crafted narrative, Hoffman turns the warbird craze into the stuff of high drama and awesome adventure. Hunting Warbiirds takes us to the heart of one of the most fascinating obsessions of our time.

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