This book is short, sweet, and refreshing. It makes you feel like you’re in a beach house somewhere off the coast where nobody can find you and you come back completely differently. You know, the way a beach house is supposed to be. At least, the ones I visited growing up and dreamed of having one day. Anyway, this book follows the author while she’s on a solo writing retreat, collecting sea shells, and trying to figure out what it means to be a real modern woman.
Though it was written in 1955, a lot of the lessons still hold up today surprisingly. Where you learn that sometimes you just need to get away from it all, go somewhere where you’re forced to relax, and where time is a little slower than the city. Lindbergh goes into how she could never make a full time life by the beach but that might just be why it’s a needed refresher every so often.
The Gift From The Sea reminds us of the old adage and cliche “The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea”. And it’s something you never really understand until you see for the ocean for the first time. Because we all know a good sweat sesh at the gym or crying big heaving tears can be cathartic. But the ocean, man. The ocean is something else. I can’t really explain it but I always come back from it refreshed, rejuvenated, and recharged. It’s something phenomenal that I cannot wait to get back to again.
The only thing missing from this book was that I was left wanting more. But I’m not sure how much longer it could be while still giving the theme and message of it justice. Maybe I’ll just have to pen the sequel!
Well, I’m in Spain, my loves, and I cannot wait explore San Sebastian. Send me your recommendations!