Books like Spreading My Wings — picked by fans

Like Diana, Pip drew me right into her firsthand account of life as a WAAF and ultimately an air traffic controller. As good as any novel, Pip made me care about her and the people she encountered, many of whom did not survive to tell their own stories.

Yet far from being a gloomy story, Pip remembers the good times of being young and in an exciting job—the jokes, the camaraderie, the mishaps, and the adventures. There are far too few books like Pip’s that tell about the “ordinary” girls who “served with the men who flew.” I feel like every time I re-read this book, I find something new.

I’ve chosen this biography of Pauline Gower, the woman responsible for opening opportunities for British women pilots and ensuring equal treatment, not because it’s the most recent, but because it is the most poignant. It was written by one of the twin sons she gave birth to the day before she died.

Fahie says he spent forty years trying to get to know his mother, and it's that sense of sharing his journey of discovery that I found absorbing. Fahie also had access to photos that were not usually shared, which gives Pauline a face that is not usually shown in official biographies. This is a lovely book that makes the famous woman aviator more than that; it pierces her natural humility and reticence to bring to life her humor, her strength, and her wisdom. 

When I was researching my comparative study of women pilots in the US and UK, I discovered this gem of a book. In a sea of material praising the women in the WASP, eulogizing the head of the WASP, the glamorous Jackie Cochrane, and telling individual stories, this book stood out as the most objective historical account of the controversial US women’s pilot program.

It is neutral in tone, well-documented, and cogently written. An excellent resource for anyone interested in fact rather than legend.

I’m a sucker for “little known facts” or books that debunk myths. This book about the Women’s Auxiliary Ferrying Squadron, a US women’s pilot organization that predated the WASP, is such a book.

It takes on the Jackie Conchrane legend using first-hand accounts by the women who were part of the Women’s Auxiliary Ferrying Squadron and conventional research. It is full of delightful anecdotes that vividly bring the challenges faced by these women to life. I found it both educational and entertaining. 

There are several fascinating memoirs by ATA pilots including those by Diana Barnato Walker and the fittingly named Nancy Bird, but I was lucky enough to know Mary Ellis so her words speak most directly to me. A life recounted in sensible tones, reading this book it is easy to imagine you are settled into an armchair across from Mary, while at the same time realising that she would be much more comfortable in the cockpit of a Spitfire. By the end of the war she had delivered 400 Spitfires and flown 72 different types of aircraft. ‘Who needs love’, Ellis wrote, ‘when there is the ultimate thrill of speed, the sky, and the orgasmic experience of piloting the best fighter aircraft in the world?’ Enough said.

Never lose your sense of adventure.

Caesar of the New Yorker tells the almost unbelievable story of Maurice Wilson, who in 1933 bought a biplane, flew it halfway around the world from England to Nepal, and attempted to climb Mount Everest by himself. Of course, he did not succeed—Sir Edmund Hilary and Tenzing Norgay made the first summit of Everest 20 years later—but Wilson carried out his attempt with rare panache.

I read this book with a mixture of astonishment and joy. So much of mountaineering literature is about over-serious people taking themselves far too seriously. Wilson, by contrast, liked to wear costumes and disguises, and outrun the authorities bent on stopping him in almost caper fashion. Whatever else the mountains are, they ought to be fun.

I think more than anything, I loved the way she described everything. Her language is as if her words were first sent to her heart and then to her soul before they came onto the page. The warmth and the power are overwhelming in her style. It is obvious she loved grandly Africa and its denizens, and as a reader, I couldn’t help but feel the same.  

I love heroines in exotic places and situations, especially if it is much of their own makings or seemingly destiny. This book is a memoir of a tomboy girl in East Africa, so even though it is all true, it feels epic.  

I could really relate to Beryl as a girl with her animals. (Growing up, I loved and collected animals from nature, too.) Beryl grew up with a zebra for a pet, horses for friends, and, of course, the most loyal dog.  

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I have an obsession with WWII, submarines of the era, and especially the Battle of Britain. As women in dangerous and often traditionally masculine roles also appeal, it makes sense that true stories of these gallant pilots are right in my wheelhouse. Or cockpit…

During the war, female pilots were recruited to ferry planes for the Air Transport Auxiliary to RAF bases, freeing up male combat pilots.

Unarmed, without instruments or radios, the women often flew over the hostile skies of southern England in new or repaired aircraft, flight testing them on the way. Navigation was done by compass headings and visual references on the ground.

This book does a wonderful job of shining a light on the relatively small group of brave souls who did their part during dark times.

After reading this captivating story, I was overwhelmed with the desire to embark on a grand adventure, flying in an open-air cockpit.

Coming from Ohio, not far from where the Wright Brothers took to the skies, flight has always fascinated me, from observing birds to marveling at airplanes. The vivid pictures within the pages of this book ignited a fire within me, giving me wings to soar through the air.

With its delightful portrayal of Louis Blériot's historic flight across the English channel in 1909, this picture book beautifully brings the world of first flights and eccentric contraptions to life. Its clever illustrations, filled with wit and whimsy, truly captured the essence of the extraordinary journey.

I held my breath as Cornelia Fort, in the middle of giving a flight lesson, spotted a plane heading straight at her. I grew more tense as I realized she was caught up in the Japanese bombing attack at Pearl Harbor. And I was inspired by the success of Jaquie Cochron and Nancy Love in putting together a corps of women pilots to help with the national shortage in WWII.

These women, known as WASP, learned about flying despite the resistance of some instructors and officers. Several dozen WASP died as they flew everything from P-51 fighters to B-17 bombers across the country to be shipped to Europe. I loved seeing the women form bonds of friendship that outlived their organization.