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Monday, March 11, 2019

Flying Dangerously

The Pilot's Wife by Anita Shreve is a good book.  I'm glad I read it.  I've been telling everyone about it.  But I can't write or talk about it without spoilers, sorry. 

It begins with a man from the pilot's union knocking on Kathryn's door.  It was to tell her that her pilot husband had died in a plane crash.  Of course, death is the worse thing that anyone can ever hear.  So I sympathized with Kathryn. And I sympathized.  But after a while, pages later, chapters later, I was bored with Kathryn's lamenting.

That was until the black recording box and found and it sounded like the pilot committed suicide.  That was a page turner.  I stayed up late trying to find out the truth.  Jack and Kathryn had a 15-year-old daughter.  Before Jack left he told their daughter that he got good seats for a Celtics game.  Now does that sound like a man who was going to commit suicide?

Who would give up good seats for a Celtics game?

But it did seem like suicide. Then Kathryn learned that Jack's mother was in a nursing home, across the country.  He had told her that his mother died when he was seven!!!!!!

What was going on?  Do we ever know one another?

The next surprise was the fact that Jack didn't sleep with the crew as was the usual custom before leaving international flights.  Tracing credit card charges, it was learned that Jack was with another woman.

Kathryn and the union man flew to England to investigate.  Now Kathryn had been married a long time, going on twenty years.  In England, she found out that he had married another woman, too, and had fathered two children.  Jack was leading a double life.

More shocks were in store.  Jack was involved with the IRA.  The bomb was part of a terrorist/revenge mix up.  But it wasn't suicide.

But life goes on.  The book ends a year or two after all this and Kathryn and her daughter are coping the best they can.  There's always hope.

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