The Daily Telegraph calls this "the ultimate airport read" and whilst they are not wrong, they are doing the book a bit of a disservice, because it is so much more subtle than that.
An American mother and daughter arrive at Bedmansworth on the outskirts of Heathrow after the old woman feels unwell. And they never leave. In the meantime, the villagers are involved in their own marital strifes, awkward social situations and secret trysts as the planes trundle overhead. Most of their lives are inextricably linked with the airport, and over time it transpires that the old lady from LA has not chosen the village at random at all, but is looking for answers to secrets that were kept over 50 years before.
The book is beautifully written, very funny in places, and with a keen eye for the minutae of village life. The characters are wonderful and very endearing, even the hapless philanderer and the irritating busybody. They are all colourfully drawn, with enough sex and scandal to keep things light and interesting. The book shows it's age in places (first published 1992) when a senior airport executive is reprimanded for compassionately allowing a colleague dying of AIDS to fly home on a scheduled flight with paying passengers, but there is a lot to enjoy here. A love story, a youth desperate to lose his virginity, the stewardess (his word, not mine) who supplements her income by going "on the game."
I found this book by accident at the top of a shelf in the house I had just moved into, and what a great find it is. This one I will keep and probably read again. A great holiday read for anyone sick of chicklit novels.