Originally Posted by
ericferret
I wonder why he didn't tell her about the fantastic contribution made by the A.T.A who flew anything and everything that had wings.
Probably never heard of them!!!
Quite so. Apart from the unexpectedly fine
Spreading My Wings by Diana Barnato Walker, I like the fictional moment in Len Deighton's
Bomber, in which an A.T.A. pilot delivers a new Lancaster to a base, single handed. When she gets home, her mother asks her if her work isn't rather dangerous. "Only after I've landed," she says. But Walker's book would be much better to recommend to a modern girl than telling her fables: it is a fascinating account of how a remarkable woman (also remarkably rich and remarkably well-connected) coped with limiting stereotypes, and flew Spitfires.