Okay Fine, Planes Are Actually Kinda Hot

Sky Daddy is a novel for anyone who's ever flown 32,000 feet in the air while drinking a Diet Coke and thinking about anyone they’ve ever loved.

In Kate Folk’s bracingly deadpan Sky Daddy, Linda, a 30-year-old content moderator living in a single room near the San Francisco airport, is looking for love. Only Linda’s object of desire isn’t exactly sentient.

What she really wants, more than anything, is to marry an airplane. On the second page of Sky Daddy, we learn exactly what this means, in a paragraph I had to read three times while sitting on a wicker chair drinking a tea at Bath House, pre the alleged UTI scandal. “I believe this was my destiny: for a plane to recognize me as his soulmate mid-flight and, overcome with passion, relinquish his grip on the sky, hurtling us to earth in a carnage that would meld our souls for eternity,” Folk writes. “I couldn’t alter my fate, but perhaps, with the vision board’s help, I could hasten its arrival.” As if dating wasn’t hard enough!