Speaking of the Beach…

I’ve been dreaming about the beach and beach-reading lately. Something about all this snow has me reminiscing back to the first real warm spring day last year, when friends encouraged me to drop everything, pack a quick bag and head to South Haven with them. We savored the warm sun till it dipped over the lake’s edge, and as we sat in the sand, I asked each person to share about a book that “stuck” with her, and why she remembered it.

Here is their list:

Jen remembered Cold Mountain, by Charles Frazier because its images and characters drew her in.

Richard Bach's Jonathan Livingston Seagull stuck with Michele. It was a quick read, and every time she’s read it, it had a different meaning for her. With each read, she found something else that would speak to her.

Carla spoke of Johnny got his Gun, a powerful anti-war novel that included flashbacks back and forth to the present. She was intrigued by Dalton Trumbo's stream-of-consciousness writing.

Looking for something to read (or re-read) as you dream about the beach? Try polling some of your friends and learn what has “stuck” with them.