If this wasn’t already the final installment in the ‘Coffee, Tea or Me’ series, then it should’ve been. I can certainly see why, in 1967, the original ‘Coffee, Tea or Me?’ caused a paperback sensation. But, by 1974 - with cutesy-coy ‘Love, American Style’ innuendo giving way to earthier, more permissive fare - naughty stewardesses must’ve felt a bit passé. And the narrators (the fictional Rachel & Trudy) even seem tired of the whole thing. Gone are the sassy, impudent minxes who revealed the life of a stewardess was just as much a wildly glamorous transatlantic romp as it was an exhausting, thankless bit of drudgery. Here, Rachel & Trudy come across as a touch jaded and - dare I say it? - jet lagged. They both had more than a few miles on them at this point in the game. An indication that maybe author Donald Bain was growing weary of chronicling the swinging misadventures of Rachel, Trudy and their stewardess sisterhood. Still, there will always be a market for giggly, racy romantic kitsch set against exotic locales. And, with the decline of the ‘Coffee, Tea or Me’ girls, Jeraldine Saunders literally sailed in on ‘The Love Boats’ to pick up where Rachel & Trudy left off.
Get ready for more misadventures with Trudy Baker, Rachel Jones, and their squad of flight attendants as they make their mark in the big city and in the overly friendly skies.
Confession: I read the introduction, and then I realized that I didn't even like the previous two books in this series all that much. They aren't the sexy romps that the first one was. I have had this in my to-read pile for 15 years, probably? The only reason I pulled it out to read was my completist nature was forcing me, but it hit me that life is short, and there really was no need. I want to read something else, and so I am.