Diane over at Bibliophile by the Sea hosts this meme.
Today I’m featuring a review book that I am currently reading. My review will be posted on Feb. 21st, so I hope you will come back and check out what my final thoughts were.
He is flying.
Is this how I will remember him? As I watch him lying vanquished, defeated by the one thing even he could not outmaneuver, I understand that I will have to choose my memories carefully now. There are simply too many. Faded newspaper articles, more medals and trophies than I know what to do with; personal letters from presidents, kings, dictators. Books, movies, plays about him and his accomplishments; schools and institutions proudly bearing his name.
Tearstained photographs of a child with blond curls, blue eyes, and a deep cleft in his chin. Smudged copies of letters to other women, tucked away in my purse.
I stir in my seat, trying not to disturb him; I need him to sleep, to restore, because of all the things I have to say to him later, and we’re running out of time. I feel it in my very bones, this ebbing of our tide, and there’s nothing I can do about it and I’m no longer content simply to watch it, watch him rush away from me, leaving me alone, not knowing, never knowing. My hands clenched, my jaw so rigid it aches, I lean forward as if I could will the plane to fly faster.
Wow. I shared just about the whole first page to Melanie Benjamin’s The Aviator Wife. And that beginning is just so stunning for me. I don’t think I have read a beginning quite as powerful as that one in quite some time.
All I can say is … wow.