Astrid Jones desperately wants to confide in someone, but her mother’s pushiness and her father’s lack of interest tell her they’re the last people she can trust. Instead, Astrid spends hours lying on the backyard picnic table watching airplanes fly overhead. She doesn’t know the passengers inside, but they’re the only people who won’t judge her when she asks them her most personal questions…like what it means that she’s falling in love with a girl.
As her secret relationship becomes more intense and her friends demand answers, Astrid has nowhere left to turn. She can’t share the truth with anyone except the people she imagines flying over her at thirty thousand feet, and they don’t even know she’s there. But little does Astrid know just how much even the tiniest connection will affect these strangers’ lives–and her own–for the better.
I went into this book not knowing anything about it, only that I’ve heard that it’s a pretty powerful read and so many people love it. I was not disappointed.
I’ve only read one other A.S. King book which was Glory O’Brien’s History of the Future and I absolutely loved it. King’s writing is so unique and really hooks you from the start. I started and finished Ask the Passengers within 24 hours honestly without trying, I was just that into it. This is the story of a girl who is really trying to find herself during her last year of high school as well as powering through the serious struggles every day life. It focuses mainly on sexuality and family problems containing some very good words of wisdom.
Although I did overall like this book, there are some points where I didn’t really enjoy the characters as much as I hoped I would. Despite some minor character flaws, the message this story portrays is very important and I would still recommend this to fans of I’ll Give You the Sun and although I haven’t read Simon vs. The Homo Sapiens Agenda, I believe it’s similar. Don’t quote me on that.
“How can we say nobody’s perfect if there is no perfect to compare to? Perfection implies that there really is a right and wrong way to be. And what type of perfection is the best type? Moral perfection? Aesthetic? Physiological? Mental?”
“Everybody’s always looking for the person they’re better than”
“Some of you have it ingrained in you. You weren’t born with it. No baby has hate for anything. We were all babies once, right? This little guy doesn’t care what country you were born in or what religion you might practice or how much you weigh or who you might love.”