![]() ![]() Tami Lewis Brown’s sentences are as crystal clear as the sky on a sunny day. We see her train, both piloting and doing mathematical calculations, take off in a Waco 10 – with a goodbye from pilot Charles Lindbergh – and deal with the unexpected. A man bet she wouldn’t fly under one of the bridges spanning New York’s East River. The book focuses on a dare in 1928 when Elinor was seventeen. She managed to convince her parents to fly solo at age fifteen: her father, a vaudeville showman, knew the importance of dreams (as well as passing along a flare for drama), and her mother was perhaps even more determined that her daughter pursue her passion, since she remembered how her parents had refused to give her voice lessons. Four years later she began flying lessons. Soar, Elinor (FSG) begins when Elinor is six and took her first ride in a flimsy biplane from a Long Island potato field. Amelia Earhart is fascinating, but the early twentieth century saw many more female pilots, and I’m glad to see Elinor Smith featured in a picture book. The grinning young woman in the cockpit of a cherry red plane, the dash of the title on the cover, convey the spirit of this book. ![]()
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