Book Review: One Flight Up

One Flight Up: Four women, four friendships and the men in their lives
Book Review by Molly J. Bredehoft

Title: One Flight Up
Author: Susan Fales-Hill
Publisher: Washington Square Press
A Division of Simon & Schuster, Inc.
1230 Avenue of the Americas
New York, NY 10020
ISBN 978-1-4391-2500-7
Price: $13.00

If you are curious as to what is taking place behind the closed doors of New York City’s most influential and powerful people, One Flight Up explores the lifestyle and friendships of four intermingled women working and living in the city.

Characters India, Esme, Abby and Monique are successful women having first met when they all attended the same private school as young girls. As members of high society in New York City with solid careers and relationships with the men in their lives, they each appear to be a part of a perfect situation. But are they? And what will they sacrifice to find out?

Susan Fales-Hill guides the reader through this engaging story as she follows the lives of the four interconnected women. Her writing provides an attractive visual and feel to life and society in New York City. She is up front and open as she not only explores the lives of these four women, but intermingles the importance of friendship, bi-racial issues, fidelity, and, most important, following your heart.

Sourdough dreams

Over the summer I have been experimenting with sourdough, making my own starter from scratch. A tedious process, but I have a nice starter sitting in my refrigerator grazing on my weekly feeding of flour.

After about 10 days of two daily feedings, keeping the starter at a precise temperature, checking to make sure the temperature was just right, keeping the starter covered, worrying over my success, the list could go on and on, I was finally able to make some tasty sourdough pancakes.

In the middle of one very stormy night, I had a dream that someone dumped out my starter. Not only did I wake up very aggravated, but had to go and check to make sure my starter was still in the refrigerator and still bubbling away. It was, thank goodness.

About the same time I had a request to do a review on a book about dreams. My answer was…Yes! I want to know what my dream about losing my sourdough starter must mean. I’m looking forward to the answer…if there is one.

Foto Friday: Lupine

All summer the lupine have been prolific across the prairie grasslands, intermingling with the sage. The hardy plant seems to be in constant bloom, a reminder to enjoy summer while it is still here. In the evening when the sun begins to turn the sky purple, the lupine becomes one with the royal expanse above. Beautiful colors for the eye to gaze upon and remember when our visual expanse is white with snow.

Sun fades, the Pronghorn play

In the evenings our local Pronghorn herd has been wandering through our pasture and over to the neighbors’ land. The herd has several young fawns born this year, and I finally found a moment when they would let me capture them with my camera.

As the cool air took over the summer heat, I watched the Pronghorn fawns run through the sage, almost as if playing chase with one another, and was amazed at their speed. I counted twelve fawns at one point. Their chattering and the swishing of the grass could be heard as they played on the prairie, just like the old cowboy song says they do. When the last rays of sun began to slip from the sky, they rested- does included.