Description from the back of the book
The greatest delight was levitation.
To fly through the air, to hang suspended in the quiet heart of a cloud, to sleep, like Mohamet, floating between ceiling and floor - these were sensuous delights unexpected and never before experienced, except in dreams, dimly. Joan in particular drank this new joy with lusty abandon. Once she stayed away for two days, sharing the sky with wind and swallow, the icy air of the heights smoothing her bright body.
She dived and soared, looped and spiralled, and dropped, a dead weight, from the statosphere to tree-top
Condition - Very good, slight marks on the cover and signs of being read on the spine.