Astrid Jones desperately wants to confide in someone, but her mother’s pushiness and her father’s lack of interest tell her they’re the last people she can trust. Instead, Astrid spends hours lying on the backyard picnic table watching airplanes fly overhead. She doesn’t know the passengers inside, but they’re the only people who won’t judge her when she asks them her most personal questions…like what it means that she’s falling in love with a girl.
As her secret relationship becomes more intense and her friends demand answers, Astrid has nowhere left to turn. She can’t share the truth with anyone except the people she imagines flying over her at thirty thousand feet, and they don’t even know she’s there. But little does Astrid know just how much even the tiniest connection will affect these strangers’ lives–and her own–for the better.
This is essentially a “coming-out” story. This is one of those that has been on my list to read for actual years, and I’m finally gad I got around to it.
The way King writes is honestly amazing. The way that magical realism just naturally works its way into the story is fantastic. I don’t really have much to say about this one other than that I felt it very well written. My only complaint is that I felt the pacing was off sometimes. King has admitted to being a “fly by the seat of her pants” author, and I feel like it was slightly noticeable with this. But, it wasn’t nearly enough to ruin it.
I’m going to include some of my favorite quotes below. But, all in all, I really enjoyed this book.
“I always wonder if the people driving behind me are texting and are going to kill me. That’s all.”
“Who made you eat bitch for lunch? Who poured you a tall bitch beer float? Who sprinkled bacon bitch on you salad?”
“At times like these I wish I was a passenger. At times like these I need an air sickness bag and an oxygen mask and a chair cushion that doubles as a flotation device.”
“. . . I crank the oven and put the Chinese food in to warm it a bit. I see Mom ordered General Tso’s chicken. I decide that she should have hers lukewarm, and I do not add it to the oven tray.”