I’m dreaming of the beach this month. Most years we’re there by now, staying in a rundown cottage with a million dollar view, and reveling in fresh seafood, long bike rides and excellent books. We missed the reservation window this year, but with a little luck we may get there for a few days in late August. Even if we don’t, I’m at the beach just about every day in my mind. The new book I’m starting is set in a Pacific Northwest beach town. I see the place as a cross between Port Townsend, Washington and Whiterock, B.C. So while I may not be at the beach physically, every morning when I come down to my office, I can almost smell the tang of the salty air and practically see an eagle perched on a nearby tree top.
And when I finish for the day, I have some great books waiting for me.
On the Kindle – The Forest of Hands and Teeth by Carrie Ryan
At the Gym – This Is Not The Story You Think It Is by Laura Munson
Beside the Pond – The Possibility of Dogs by Susannah Charleson