A flight is usually only as good as the book I'm reading. I should have figured that out in April after spending 6 hours waiting on the tarmac at JFK for a 51 minute flight to DC. It would have been miserable, but I was reading Ursula K. Le Guin's Left Hand of Darkness, so I managed well enough. A book so good it drowns out whining is a wonderful thing to have in your hands.

So my response to "How was your flight back to Seattle?" is "Great!" because I had Matt Ruff's Set This House in Order. I just finished reading a borrowed copy (thanks, Cat!), and I've already decided that I need one of own so I can get it into the hands of everyone around me.