I have to say that I didn't actually finish it. We read it for our book club, and I think we were all expecting it to have more about Amelia Earhart. While it is obvious that the author loved her grandmother and wanted to pay tribute to her memory with this book, I personally could not connect with Dorothy. In fact, toward the middle of the book, I got increasingly annoyed with her lamentations and her life as a sad, unfulfilled little rich girl whose travels and social life seemed more important than her family. I don't think she didn't love her family or her sons, but it just didn't seem she tried to invest in them as much as she should. Anyway, by the middle of the book, I gave up on it; I wasn't even interested enough in the Amelia Earhart side of it to read through the parts of her disappearance. Oh, well.