There is something magic about takeoffs. I know people who are afraid of flying who say that the takeoffs and landings are the only hard parts, perhaps that’s when the act of flying is most apparent. I love the way you get pushed back into your seat. The weight and the sense of momentum press against you and the vibrations from the tarmac hum through the yoke and into your palms and legs. Then, suddenly, everything stops and the ground drops away. It never feels like I’m rising, but that the ground is falling away from me …
Most kids? Their dad teaches them to drive. Mine taught me to fly.
Mary Robinette Kowal’s The Calculating Stars is often referred to as a kind of scifi Hidden Figures (most notably by astronaut Cady Coleman, who called it “An alternate history of spaceflight that reminds me of everything I loved about Hidden Figures” on the book’s front cover).
How do you resist a book like that?