“Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea would not be part.”
It was a few years ago, when I left a hectic full-time job in journalism to live by the sea with my husband, two sons and three cats. I bought a yellow typewriter, started to wake up with sunrise and write my magnum opus about the sea in literature.
I set sail.
Beach Books Blog is like a diary of my sea trips through the books.
I feel inspired to share my passion with readers all over the globe.
My love for the sea. My love for the books.
I am here to collect all the books in the world that mention the sea.
To finish my encyclopedic journey and publish it.
To open a bookshop by the sea and invite you all 🙂
Hop on board – we have a magnificent voyage ahead!
“I was born and grew up in the Baltic marshland
by zinc-gray breakers that always marched on
in twos. Hence all rhymes, hence that wan flat voice
that ripples between them like hair still moist,
if it ripples at all. Propped on a pallid elbow,
the helix picks out of them no sea rumble
but a clap of canvas, of shutters, of hands, a kettle
on the burner, boiling—lastly, the seagull’s metal
cry. What keeps hearts from falseness in this flat region
is that there is nowhere to hide and plenty of room for vision.
Only sound needs echo and dreads its lack.
A glance is accustomed to no glance back. “
Joseph Brodsky, A Part of Speech, 1975
“Till my soul is full of longing
For the secret of the sea,
And the heart of the green ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.”
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, 1850
“In sight of the sea I felt as though I had all my fingers and toes. I was relaxed and confident. At the beach I wasn’t just passive, letting life happen to me; I didn’t care about being smart or popular, I didn’t long to be better looking. The sea swallowed up all my primary school anxieties. Something suddenly consumed my whole attention.”
Tim Winton, Land’s Edge: A Coastal Memoir, 1993