A hugely enjoyable, affectionate, self-depreciating, memoir of a p-39 Airacobra pilot based in New Guinea during WWII. It’s very much a love story of a pilot with his cantankerous and unreliable plane, the Nanette of the title. How she dislikes combat or danger as much as her pilot. Lots of close shaves. Wonderful descriptions of flying, especially a day described towards the end of the book which is one of the best descriptions of being “at one with a machine” that I’ve ever read. It’s also full of great character portraits of his fellow pilots and their humour and camaraderie.