3.5 stars.

Like most, I was familiar with the Lindbergh's prior to reading this novel, but I did not know very much beyond the fact that he flew solo to Paris and they had lost a child to kidnapping. It was nice to get a bit more of a complete picture, though I will admit a bit of guilt to my interest after reading how much their lives were affected by overzealous fans and the exposure of their lives through the media. Even this novel, ultimately, started to feel like a bit of an intrusion into their privacy...though they have both been deceased for several years.

I liked the writing style of this book for the most part. I felt that it was very intimately told and that I had a good sense of who Anne really was. However, there was a heavy-handed repetition of Charles's character that felt terribly one-sided. Looking into the facts of historical events, it seems that there were some ways in which the author presented a propagandized version of Lindbergh rather than the truth. I suppose a little extra controversy was needed to help make the plot more sensational. There were also a few instances where descriptions felt overly explicit in a way that didn't fit with the remainder of the narrative.

Reading Anne's story was a good exposure to the other side of the coin, so to speak. She was a remarkably extraordinary woman whose accomplishments should have been lauded like her husbands, yet she has somehow slipped from the history books unnoticed. This was a sad realization. So...even though I felt a bit unsettled at knowing I was prying into their lives, it felt somewhat good to know that she was getting some of the acknowledgments she deserves.

Overall, a good read...but one that is truly historical fiction rather than a fully accurate account.