|Two female pilots in 1942! Credit|
I managed to get a little reading done on the plane, but I was pretty sleepy, so it was hard to concentrate. I'm really enjoying Nuruddin Farah's Maps, though, so I'm looking forward to digging into it more when I have a better opportunity.
I didn't see that meany people reading on the place. I think it was too early for almost everybody. There was one family of four book lovers sitting near me. At some point all of them pulled out a book. The 13 year old girl was alternating between The Book Thief and something on her e-reader, the dad was reading Bill Bryson's At Home, and the mom had The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks. I couldn't see what the boy, aged about 10, was reading.
Anyway, I'm glad to be in New York, even if it is cold and gray. It's temporary for now, but who knows? Maybe something will happen to make it more permanent.
In recognition of being in the city, I've got a post planned for later this week featuring 10 quintessential New York books. Be sure to come back and check it out!
How's your Sunday so far?