Lost in Flight

I recently finished Angel’s Flight by Michael Connelly, another of his Harry Bosch novels. The story was good as usual with this series. Here’s the unusual part:

Michael got this book for me as a gift. I had made a list of the Harry Bosch novels I had not read and he got me three of them for Christmas. I started this book on my trip to Salt Lake City. As we waited in Chicago for our flight, I realized I had left Angel’s Flight on the plane we had just taken from Eau Claire to Chicago. I hate not finishing books. Especially this one; it was a perfect book for traveling – easy and engrossing. Fortunately, though, I had my Kindle and moved on to another book (I never travel with less than five books).

In Salt Lake City, Michael started looking at used book stores to see if he could find a copy of the book. He was unsuccessful and continued once we got to Eau Claire. Nobody had a copy. Finally, the other day when I came home from work, there was a copy of the book on the kitchen table. He had checked it out of the library for me.

It wasn’t difficult at all to find where I had left off three weeks earlier. I enjoyed finishing the book and being reminded of how sweet my husband is.