'Atmosphere' by Taylor Jenkins Reid is our 'GMA' Book Club pick for June
''Atmosphere'' by Taylor Jenkins Reid, the author behind the No. 1 New York Times bestselling books "Daisy Jones & The Six," "The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo," "Malibu Rising" and "Carrie Soto Is Back," is our "GMA" Book Club pick for June.
Set against the backdrop of the 1980s space shuttle program, the novel follows Joan Goodwin, a reserved physics professor at Rice University, who unexpectedly finds herself selected for NASA's first class of female scientists in space.
A synopsis for the book reads, "Selected from a pool of thousands of applicants in the summer of 1980, Joan begins training at Houston's Johnson Space Center, alongside an exceptional group of fellow candidates: Top Gun pilot Hank Redmond and scientist John Griffin, who are kind and easygoing even when the stakes are highest; mission specialist Lydia Danes, who has worked too hard to play nice; warmhearted Donna Fitzgerald, who is navigating her own secrets; and Vanessa Ford, the magnetic and mysterious aeronautical engineer, who can fix any engine and fly any plane."
"As the new astronauts become unlikely friends and prepare for their first flights, Joan finds a passion and a love she never imagined," the synopsis continues. "In this new light, Joan begins to question everything she thinks she knows about her place in the observable universe. Then, in December of 1984, on mission STS-LR9, it all changes in an instant."
With Reid's signature emotional depth and cinematic storytelling, ''Atmosphere'' is a soaring tale about following your passion and finding your place among the stars.
Read an excerpt below and get a copy of the book here.
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THE ACCIDENT
Vanessa Ford has had biomedical sensors all over her body for hours. They have been sending her vitals down to the flight surgeon, who monitors every breath she takes.
But even well before the electrodes were placed on her body, Vanessa has been aware that someone on the ground is always watching.
Mission Control knows everything that happens on the shuttle -- every temperature, every coordinate, the status of every switch.
Everywhere Vanessa turns, there is Houston, hearing and sensing everything around her.
This does not seem to bother anyone else on the crew as much as it bothers her. But knowing that everyone can see her heart rate -- that they can see how her body reacts every time Houston speaks up -- makes her feel like she has nowhere to hide.
"Nice to hear your voice, too, Griff," Joan says. "Good start to the day here."
She can hear Joan smiling. She can hear it in the lilt of her voice.
Vanessa reaches out and puts her gloved hands on the airlock hatch to the payload bay.
She feels a vibration in her chest. With the payload bay doors already open, this is all that stands between her and space.
There's no data on the airlock hatch. It is one of the few things on the shuttle that doesn't send its own signal. Which means one of them has to notify Houston that they are about to open it.
Vanessa looks at Griff. She's glad she's doing this alongside him. She's always liked him. Not just because they are both from New England, although it helps.
"Houston, we are opening the airlock," Griff says.
Vanessa begins to open the hatch. She tries to keep her heart rate steady. She's been working toward this moment for five years, dreaming of it most of her life.
Space.
She and Griff both inhale when they can see through the hatch.
They've looked through the window, but nothing quite prepares them for the sight of it now.
Vanessa's mind goes blank. There are bright lights from the ship, but beyond that everything is black. There is no horizon, only the edge of Navigator and then nothingness with the brilliant colors of Earth in the distance.
"Wow," Vanessa says. She looks to Griff. He's lost in the vision of it himself.
She lets go of the ship and moves through the hatch, to take her first step into space. Her legs feel steady as she wades into the darkness.
Her eyes widen at the intensity of it, a void unlike anything she's ever seen.
She looks up, past the payload bay doors, to see Earth in the distance. Clouds streak across the deserts of North Africa. For a moment, Vanessa stops and looks at the Indian Ocean.
For so long, she has loved to be above the clouds. But to be this far above them knocks her breath from her chest.
"My God," Griff says.
Vanessa turns toward him. They are both tethered to the ship, and Griff pushes away.
She follows, headed straight for the payload. The view is spectacular, but the real reason she's here is because she wants nothing more than to tinker with a machine two hundred and eighteen miles above Earth's atmosphere.
They get to the payload, and each takes their position. There are four latches, two on each side of the satellite.
"Take it slow, Ford," Griff says. "I'm going to be very upset if we set the record for the shortest spacewalk."
"There's not really much time we can milk out of this," she says. "It's just releasing a few clamps. But all right."
Using a socket wrench, Vanessa cranks open one of the latches on her side, then moves to the other.
Once her second latch is open, she waits a brief moment for Griff to get his second one released, too.
When he's done, he sighs. "Houston, the clamps have been released, in no small part thanks to the brilliantly efficient Vanessa Ford."
"Copy that, Navigator. Good job," Joan says. And then, after a moment: "Navigator, we've got hours left on these suits, so better to keep you in the airlock as we deploy, in case we need you again."
"Awww," Griff says. "Now you're just being nice."
"Well," Joan says, "we've got a soft spot for you down here."
"Back at ya, Houston," he says. "Roger that. Ford and I will stay in the airlock."
They float back. Griff lets Vanessa in first and then joins her. He goes to shut the hatch. But then he stops and looks at Vanessa. He lifts his eyebrows.
Protocol is to close that hatch. But if they leave it open, they will be able to watch the satellite deploy.
Vanessa does not want to lie to Houston. Still, a smile escapes from her.
Griff smiles back and takes his hand off the hatch. He does not close it.
"Houston, we are in the airlock," he says.
They both turn their attention to the open hatch. They watch as the tilt table is raised into position to release the satellite.
"Houston, we are happy with the degree of the sat," Vanessa can hear Steve say.
She thinks about their last night before the mission, when they were quarantined at Cape Canaveral. Steve had spent an hour on the phone with Helene.
Hank was annoyed because he'd been waiting to call Donna. But Steve had just stood there, leaning against the kitchen counter, making jokes with his wife, his bright blue eyes crinkling as he laughed.
Vanessa had listened more than she probably should have. It seemed so easy for Steve to be both sides of himself at the same time -- the man he is on the ground and the commander he has to be up here.
For her, those two roles have always been in conflict. "Are we cleared to deploy?"
"Affirmative, Navigator," Joan says. "You are cleared to deploy."
Lydia is on the remote manipulator system, the RMS. She will release the satellite.
"Roger that, Houston," Lydia says. "Preparing to deploy."
"Copy that, Navigator."
There are two explosive cords holding the Arch-6 in the payload bay. Vanessa and Griff watch as one is detonated according to plan.
But then, swiftly, the second cord explodes in a flash unlike anything Vanessa has ever seen before. It looks nothing like their simulations.
The explosions tear the metal bands around the satellite into pieces. Debris goes flying in every direction.
Vanessa cannot tell what has happened. All she can see is the flash of metal, and then a grunt comes out of Griff, like the air has been knocked out of his lungs.
She turns to see a gash below the waist ring in his suit. Within seconds, the exposure will kill him. He puts his hand on his suit to cover the hole.
"I'm okay," he says to her. They both know that his hand on his suit is enough to save him for now. But his voice is a rocky, thin whisper, as if he has spent all of his breath.
Then an alarm begins to sound, one that Vanessa recognizes but cannot place. And it is only once Steve, Hank, and Lydia all begin to shout that she understands there has been a second hit.
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Audio excerpted with permission of Penguin Random House Audio from "ATMOSPHERE" by Taylor Jenkins Reid, read by Kristen DiMercurio, Julia Whelan, and Taylor Jenkins Reid. © 2025 Rabbit Reid, Inc ℗ 2025 Penguin Random House, LLC.
Excerpted from "ATMOSPHERE: A Love Story" by Taylor Jenkins Reid. Copyright © 2025 by Rabbit Reid, Inc. Excerpted by permission of Ballantine Books. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
