On the flight to Minneapolis, I read Alison Gaylin's Hide Your Eyes and I loved it. It's a chick lit/thriller about a Stanford grad who moves to New York City, makes friends with a group of out-of-work actors, witnesses a crime, and falls for the no-nonsense police detective who takes her case. If you want something light, entertaining, and a little bit romantic to read at the airport, this is your book. Another plus about Hide Your Eyes is that since the cover isn't pink, you probably won't be embarrassed to read it in public.


When I was in high school, I liked to read classics. Some of my favorite authors were Herman Hesse, E.M. Forster, Willa Cather, Charlotte Brontë, and, of course, J.D. Salinger. No wonder I'm enjoying my forties more than my teen years--I used to think too much, and a lot of that stuff is just plain depressing. J.D. Salinger's Nine Stories is a case in point. I started to reread it on the flight home. The very first story, A Perfect Day for Banana Fish, ends in a suicide. Blah! I decided to ditch the book and work on a crossword puzzle instead.
