I’ll take a book to the beach and gladly soak and sun the day away, without thinking twice.
Growing up I used to love swimming around in the water and riding waves, and while I still do enjoy both well enough to be classified part-time as a fish, I’ve transitioned into the status of a token beach reader.
Warm sun, the sparkling horizon of the Atlantic or Gulf, muy frio cervesas and a Wawa hoagie with chips for lunch and later lunch, and of course, the main event, whatever book I have in tow.
Reading The Bridges of Madison County in Stone Harbor one year was a totally surreal experience. I consider the book to be such an unsung masterpiece. In spite of its high acclaim, I still think it doesn’t get enough credit.
I remember the day I plowed through LaBrava by Elmore Leonard (and his one-off grand slam entry titled Out of Sight on the plane ride there) on the cusp of the warm and sultry Gulf, I remember binge reading John Gardner’s License Revoked last summer along the Jersey coast, but point is, beach reading always makes for a pleasant memory.
You can look back and recall upon those moments with joyful ease and think, what I wouldn’t give to do that all over again right this very minute.
Can anyone else relate to that comforting sensation?
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