On the list of perfect places and opportunities to really settle in and dig into a good book, a transatlantic flight has to be ranked near the very tip-top of the list. Once the cabin lights go down and most of your fellow travelers are asleep, it's easy to get the same feeling you did when you were a kid with a flashlight under the covers, staying up way past your bedtime because you just couldn't stop reading.
On my recent flight to London, I was really glad to see that quite a few of you agree with me on that.
I don't know if you were traveling together because you weren't sitting together and I didn't see you talking, but if you're not friends, you should be! You have a similar taste in fashionable television personalities, with one of you enjoying Padma Lakshmi's Love, Loss, and What We Ate and just a few rows back, another getting tips from Stacy London's The Truth About Style.
Maybe you're not a great flyer and you were looking for time to whiz by while the suspense built. Or maybe you're just one of Michael Connelly's die-hard fans who devours everything he puts out. Either way you were certainly engrossed. The Gods of Guilt is one of the Lincoln Lawyer novels about criminal defense lawyer Mickey Haller.
I am so impressed! Not only did you choose an award-winning read, but you were also lugging the hardcover—that had to take up some serious carry-on space. But you're a serious reader willing to do the work to be rewarded by such a rich and demanding novel as Colson Whitehead's The Underground Railroad. The National Book Award winner is inventive and important, and I'm sure you found it worth carrying.
And me? I was transported to a grimly fascinating Victorian London in Lauren Owen's The Quick. Centered around Charlotte and James, orphan siblings from rural Yorkshire, and Aegolius, a mysterious private London club, it was chilling and atmospheric. Definitely worth a read for fans of supernatural and historical fiction.
Sleeping on flights is so overrated, isn't it?