Some books pull you in with a mystery. This one pulled me in because I couldn’t stop worrying about Hannah.
Anne Da Vigo’s Night Flight, published by Quill Driver Press, wasn’t a book I picked up because everyone on Bookstagram was talking about it. I actually had the chance to meet Anne a while back and hear a little about her path to becoming an author. I remember thinking how interesting her story was, so when I saw this one, I wanted to see what she’d written.
And then Hannah got ahold of my emotions.
Hannah is seventeen, grieving her mother, frustrated with her father, and trying to figure out where she belongs. She makes some choices that had me wanting to reach into the pages and redirect her entire life.
Not judge her. Just gently reroute her.
Because wow. The minute Jack showed up, I got suspicious. Hannah, unfortunately, did not.
The thing that worked for me was that this never felt like a book about a crime. It felt like a book about a girl who was lonely and hurting and trying to be seen. The mystery is there. The suspense is there. But I wasn’t reading to solve anything.
I was reading because I was worried. At one point I caught myself saying, “Hannah, what are you doing?” out loud —-To a book.—In my house. Where Hannah could not hear me.
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“There are some mistakes you can’t take back.”
That pretty much hangs over the entire story.
I also loved the 1950s setting. Not because it was flashy, but because it felt lived in. The details were there without taking over the story.
And knowing this was inspired by a real tragedy made everything hit a little harder.
By the end, I wasn’t thinking about the mystery nearly as much as I was thinking about Hannah. Those are usually the books that stay on my mind after I turn the last page.
Have you ever gotten so invested in a character that you completely forgot you were supposed to be paying attention to the plot?