Extremely delighted to be part of this wonderful Blog Tour today and to share my thoughts, as well as an excerpt to give you a little taster of what is in store for you if - that should be when! - you get hold of this book. Trust me!! You need this book on your shelves!
THE BLURB
In Edwardian England, aeroplanes are a new, magical invention, while female pilots are rare indeed.
When shy Della Dobbs meets her mother's aunt, her life changes forever. Great Auntie Betty has come home from Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, across whose windswept dunes the Wright Brothers tested their historic flying machines. Della develops a burning ambition to fly and Betty is determined to help her.
But the Great War is coming and it threatens to destroy everything - and everyone - Della loves.
Uplifting and page-turning, THE WILD AIR is a story about love, loss and following your dreams against all odds.
When shy Della Dobbs meets her mother's aunt, her life changes forever. Great Auntie Betty has come home from Kitty Hawk, North Carolina, across whose windswept dunes the Wright Brothers tested their historic flying machines. Della develops a burning ambition to fly and Betty is determined to help her.
But the Great War is coming and it threatens to destroy everything - and everyone - Della loves.
Uplifting and page-turning, THE WILD AIR is a story about love, loss and following your dreams against all odds.
Publication Date 4th May 2017
Hive.co.uk - buy online and support your local bookstore £13.49 hardback
Amazon UK £18.99 hardback
Rebecca has kindly allowed me to share an excerpt from the book so without further ado...
prologue
1918
‘I’m not going to die here,’ she said.
Della talked aloud to herself. She did that when it was
marvellous and she revelled in the complete wonder of flying,
the secret joy of it. Or when it was bad. When the mist came
down or the wind got up something terrible and she was
fighting the weather in order to come back alive. There’d been
patches of thick fog over the Channel that morning, a scrap
here and there of blue-sky clarity but otherwise a freezing
soup of white. The effort to stay straight and sane in that
blindness was gruelling.
It was bitterly cold up there. Despite the woolly scarf
covering her mouth, she could still taste the smoke. Sprits
of black oil were flung back at her, not much but constant,
insidious, landing inky on her goggles. But she mustn’t try
to wipe it yet; the oil would just smear and then she wouldn’t
be able to see a thing; she’d have to lift them and expose
her eyes to the smut and the filth. The airflow from the
propeller alone assailed her at a hundred miles per hour or
more. The wind was the air turned angry. It swatted and
swiped at her.
The engine was roaring, the rushing wind deafening. When
she spoke to calm herself she couldn’t hear the words, but
just mouthing them gave comfort. She could hear them in
her mind. They were the only things there. Her head was
empty when she flew, as empty as the sky above. It was your body that did the flying. You have to feel it in every muscle,
be a part of it, become it.
She spoke again: ‘I’ve got the touch.’
They always said that about her, She’s got the touch. She
can feel yaw in her bones, knows where the air is coming
from and how it’ll lift or drop. She can step into an aeroplane
and strap it on and fly. It’s a kind of magic trick. After all,
it’s simply deflecting air. It’s preposterous. Only a fool would
do it, some said. There’s no road to steer on like an automobile,
no brake to apply, no side track to save you. It’s freedom
and it’s fear, all at once.
‘Not far now,’ she told herself, as if comforting a child.
‘The sea’s behind us.’
The land scrolled beneath like a toy farm, glowing squares
of light here and there marking life and habitation, hearth and
home. It would be peaceful if it weren’t for the clamour of the
wind and the engine. But then, she smelt fuel. Stronger, keener.
Then sputtering, then the engine stopped. Failed utterly. The
horror of it froze her. Within a second, the aeroplane was
pitching forwards, its power gone. Her hands gripped the stick.
Terror took hold and the animal part of her mind longed for
the ground to come, for the impact and the destruction, for it
all to be over. The exertion necessary to fly, to concentrate, to
save yourself, was exhausting. At least death would mean rest.
‘Must keep the nose down. Must land,’ she said, her voice
high and shrill, shocking her out of her stupefaction, and she
grasped the stick and eased her feet on the rudder bar to
bank into position for landing. Seeing a field to the right, with
its flat acres of mud beckoning to her, she pitched the nose
down and hoped to heaven the undercarriage wouldn’t smash
into that line of poplars edging the field. As she struggled to
maintain control, her machine pitched forwards, the ground
hurling itself at her face, and the thought leapt into her mind
that she had failed him, by crashing, by abandoning him to
his fate, by dying.
My Review
It is always a reading delight to find a book that both entertains, enthralls and informs, and Rebecca Mascull has done it again with this story that features a young girl who has a passion for flight. Not so usual for a young girl in the Edwardian period but along the way she finds plenty of inspiration and never gives up on her dream.
Della Dobbs is at the heart of this story and is such an quiet, unassuming young child that as a reader you are immediately drawn to her in the hope that she finds her way and is set free from the constraints of her home life which are very much controlled by her father who is very strict, set in his ways and extremely boorish. Della finds her escape by riding her bike and learning to fix it - all very unladylike!
Her Aunt Betty is soon a visitor to the UK from America, and Della seems in awe immediately by this woman who isn't afraid of her brother in law and has seemingly lived such an exciting life. Betty takes Della under her wing and gives her a new found confidence through flying and building kites and soon talks of the planes she saw in flight in America - Della is smitten! Della has so many insecurities as a child thanks to her home life that it is amazing the effect that some attention from another family member has on her and allows her to flourish and find her feet.
The relentless determination and passion Della shows to become a female pilot is extremely inspiring and nothing is ever going to stop her - she does encounter a number of knockbacks and hurdles but they only seem to spur her on to achieve greater things.
Her career as an Aviatrix is soon halted due to the First World War and this added another dimension to the story - the fact that less qualified pilots were allowed to fly as they were male, and women such as Della were grounded through that time.
At the end of the book the author has also included notes about her research and some amazing women she encountered along the way and it is fascinating to read of these inspiring women who we know very little of. And how the fear of women pilots is still being played out today in the modern world.
This is a wonderful blend of historical fiction and romance, as we follow Della from childhood to first loves and all her accomplishments, and such an inspiring read which has been so well researched and beautifully written that you are totally swept up in her world and I couldn't put this book down until I had finished it!! Highly Recommended!!
Della Dobbs is at the heart of this story and is such an quiet, unassuming young child that as a reader you are immediately drawn to her in the hope that she finds her way and is set free from the constraints of her home life which are very much controlled by her father who is very strict, set in his ways and extremely boorish. Della finds her escape by riding her bike and learning to fix it - all very unladylike!
Her Aunt Betty is soon a visitor to the UK from America, and Della seems in awe immediately by this woman who isn't afraid of her brother in law and has seemingly lived such an exciting life. Betty takes Della under her wing and gives her a new found confidence through flying and building kites and soon talks of the planes she saw in flight in America - Della is smitten! Della has so many insecurities as a child thanks to her home life that it is amazing the effect that some attention from another family member has on her and allows her to flourish and find her feet.
The relentless determination and passion Della shows to become a female pilot is extremely inspiring and nothing is ever going to stop her - she does encounter a number of knockbacks and hurdles but they only seem to spur her on to achieve greater things.
Her career as an Aviatrix is soon halted due to the First World War and this added another dimension to the story - the fact that less qualified pilots were allowed to fly as they were male, and women such as Della were grounded through that time.
At the end of the book the author has also included notes about her research and some amazing women she encountered along the way and it is fascinating to read of these inspiring women who we know very little of. And how the fear of women pilots is still being played out today in the modern world.
This is a wonderful blend of historical fiction and romance, as we follow Della from childhood to first loves and all her accomplishments, and such an inspiring read which has been so well researched and beautifully written that you are totally swept up in her world and I couldn't put this book down until I had finished it!! Highly Recommended!!
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This is a wonderful post, Karen! Thank you so, so much. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe pleasure was all mine!! :)
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