by Antoine de Saint Exupéry
This was a sort of autobiography of a French airmail pilot from way back in the day. And when I say "sort of" I mean that yeah, he tells a few pilot stories, but he's more of a philosopher than anything else. This wasn't really my regular sort of reading fare, but I couldn't help but be impressed. Although, the first chapter bit almost turned me off. Booooooooring. Despite my English major background, I rarely enjoy reading stuff written by poemers and the like.
In conclusion: This was a library book, and Izzy ripped a corner off of one of the pages. If we end up having to buy it, I won't be too disappointed.
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