Flight is one of the most amazing books I’ve ever read, and if every single person who can read English doesn’t read it, that’s a damn shame. Might seem like hyperbole, but really, there is no other book like this one. I just loved everything about it.
Flight has everything I adore about genre fiction, but doesn’t quite fit into any single genre. Are characters in college adults, young adults, or both? Is it fantasy? urban fantasy? magical realism? coming of age? It’s all of these, but allows none of them to define it.
This unique tale features a group of college students trying to find themselves—but for them, the journey of self-discovery is far more literal than expected: they keep dying and instantly being reincarnated into another body, another already existing life. They have homes, class schedules, families, even wallets with ID. The lives are pre-made, but the soul within remains the same.
The first-person narrator, Serena, soon discovers (after she dies for the first time, about two pages in) that there is an element of wish-fulfillment in these resurrections. She, and the multiply-reincarnated friends she soon makes, also learn to be careful what they wish for—even, in the case of one character, more wishes.
Without spoiling too much, I can only say that this book has everything. Excitement, danger, angst, romance, wisdom, beauty, truth, and a stunning originality that keeps you guessing, even when you think you have December Nolan’s sharp, entertaining narrative all figured out. You never quite do, and yet it answers all your questions, and more that you never thought to ask.
Before I read this book, I believed philosophy as a medium was more or less dead. It isn’t—but it has never been this entertaining or palatable. The nature of life and self-actualization, packaged with humor, plot twists, adventure and a ripping good story. I can’t imagine what more any reader could want. I wish I could read it again for the first time, every day.