Former star correspondent for CNN, Siobhan Darrow covered the world’s hottest war zones over the last two decades, reporting from the front lines in Moscow, Chechnya, the Balkans, Albania, Israel, and Northern Ireland. Her fearless pursuit of stories placed her in countless life-threatening situations, prompting Darrow to wonder what about her character so attracted her to adrenaline, and so alienated her from the family life a part of her longed for. Darrow approaches this question with the same honesty–and seat-of-the-pants courage–that established her reputation as a premiere reporter, and the answers she arrives at form this riveting memoir of a woman assigned to cover history in the making, even as she chases down the most elusive “get” of all: her own happiness.
“Move over Murrow and Amanpour. If you want the real dish about the life and attempted loves of a war reporter, then read Flirting With Danger.”–Henry Shuster, Senior Producer, CNN
“Siobhan Darrow tells her story…with an eye for the telling details, with a relish for the absurd and, time and again, with disarming honesty.”–The Financial Times
“With quiet courage and poignant candor, Siobhan Darrow rips off her TV mask and shows us her soul: confused, curious, at war with itself, brimming with love, and desperately human.” –Deborah Copaken Kogan, author of Shutterbabe
“Rather than adding to the heroic accounts of flak-jacketed foreign correspondents in danger zones, Flirting with Danger is an altogether more candid account of what really preoccupies the war reporter on assignment. Siobhan Darrow tells her story . . . with an eye for the telling details, with a relish for the absurd and, time and again, with disarming honesty.” –The Financial Times
“The more you read of Flirting with Danger, the more you put the book down and exclaim: Is this woman Bridget Jones in a flak-jacket and fatigues?” –The Scotsman
“The bravest part of Flirting with Danger is not in fact the chilling accounts of front lines and shell-dodging for interviews. It’s Darrow’s willingness to admit that much of the time she had love on the brain.” –Los Angeles Times