'I was Amelia Earhart' by Jane Mendelsohn

I was (born the same date as) Amelia Earhart. I'm quite proud of it (although it has no real bearing whatsoever in life, the universe and everything)

Before I read it, I wondered how the author would go about telling the story of Miss Earhart. Personally, I think it's quite a risk to write a fiction about a real person. I've always thought that the important thing is to get your facts straight. Then I realised, after reading several such work, that it is called fiction for a reason.

This is a well-written book. Some of the images are very vivid (fish skeleton palm leaves etc) and the entire book seems to have an almost stream-of-consciousness quality (thanks to the absence of quotation marks and the frequent changes in the perspective of the narration).

I thought the post-'disappearance' part of the book was far-fetched and unwarranted. But who really knows what happened to the great Amelia?

Leave it to fiction to form eloquent conjectures.