Heather Poole

Why oh why didn’t I think of this! Or at least something like it? As most of you know, I’ve been working on my own novel, SKYDOLL: love and sex at 35,000 feet, for some time now, which, in case you hadn’t guessed, takes place on an airplane. So whenever I hear about other books taking place on, or even near, airplanes, I kind of start to have mild heart palpitations. But the book Dear American Airlines, from what I understand, actually takes place in the terminal. Oh sure, at first I was appalled when I began to read the New York Times review of Dear American Airlines , a book by Jonathan Miles, which is a book that’s really a letter, a 192 page letter addressed to American Airlines demanding a refund after missing a flight, which in turn results in the man missing his estranged daughter’s wedding. I mean when you work for an airline, and all you hear are complaints, the last thing you want to do is read 192 pages worth of complaining. But after I finished the New York Times review I became intrigued. I mean you have to admit, there is a lot of material to be had when you’re sitting around an airport for hours on end. I just pray he never made it on a flight, because honestly, I can’t take another bad flight attendant story. There are way too many of them out there. Which is a shame. Because there really are a lot of great flight attendants out there. There are. Really there are. (Like me!)