


My Mom got her downstairs painted so everything she has is in boxes. Like moving but you are going nowhere. While helping her put everything back I found the box with all the books in them. My Dad used to travel a lot and would live on a plane. He would bring these thick novels with him. Most of them were about espionage, usually the newest Robert Ludlum, favorite author. He would read two or three a trip. These are some of my favorite covers.
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