
It feels as though this book has sat on my shelf for ages, so I decided to give it a go. I don’t often cry when I’m reading which I think is a shame. So I was ready for this to make me cry. Very ready. Surely a book about a plane crash would be the perfect book for that? I was sure that I’d race through this book when I started it on January 10th. I didn’t finish it until January 16th. It’s been ages that a book has taken a week to get through. Admittedly, I did read a couple more in that time but that still seems like a pretty long for a book this short. So, what went wrong?