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- Brin
- Hi! I'm Brin. My husband Matthew and I live in the Texas piney woods. Join me as we farm, keep bees, cook, knit, and live one beautiful and messy, thrilling life!
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Joan Anderson's non-fiction immediately come to mind. A walk on the beach, An unfinished marriage, and a year by the sea. Lovely, introspective, and full of wonderful, evocative detail of the sea. Hmm I may have to reread these now myself.
George Eliot's The Mill on the Floss? I enjoyed it. There is water but I won't give that part away, melancholy-yes, slow-yes, worth it- yes.
Jim Rubart's new book, ROOMS. Just finished it last night. Maybe not melancholy enough for you, but definately set by the sea and leads you through a man's life as he faces the past hidden rooms of his heart.
Jacob Have I Loved is an oldie but goodie (by Katherine Paterson.) Also, not by the sea, but a great, emotional read nonetheless is Little Earthquakes by Jennifer Wiener.
I have always loved Rebecca by Daphne DuMaurier. It's moody, it's suspensful...perfect to curl up with this weekend with some hot chocolate. Happy Reading!
If you haven't read it yet, how about Rebecca by Daphne DuMaurier? One of my all time favorite books...
I am enthralled with "The Sea Hunters" by Clive Cussler. This book features a series of true stories of shipwrecks that were never located.
The author describes each wreck in detail, then describes how he and his team found the wrecks. Truly fascinating tales---all true---from a master.
On Chesil Beach
by Ian McEwan
The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society is a must read...
My vote is for THE MAYTREES by Annie Dillard. It's hauntingly beautiful, written with purpose and restraint. It takes place near the ocean and is a pretty quick read.
Mattie Spenser's Diary by Sandra Dallas...not by the ocean, but out on the Colorado prairie. Lovely, wistful evocative prose -- and an amazing twist of a ending. You'd love it.
Its not mysterious or melancholy really, but Chesapeake by Michner totally drew me in and enthralled me for a weekend.
Of course there is also anything by Pat Conroy who writes with a beautiful brutality that rends my heart...
Well these may not fit the criteria, but Chesapeake by Michner totally enthralled me and most anything by Pat Conroy who writes with a beautiful brutality are my suggestions...
I am currently reading The Country of the Pointed Firs by Sarah Orne Jewett. It is one of what I call my "Victoria" books as I learned about it in the original Victoria magazine.
It is set on the coast of Maine.
I loved Elizabeth Goudge's books that are "kind of" set near the water. First is The Bird in the Tree and then Pilgrim's Inn. There is a third in the trilogy I have not read.
Another hauntingly beautiful book of hers is A Scent of Water. I also loved The Dean's Watch, which is the favorite of some other readers.
I am so thankful that two of my young literary friends both encouraged me to "READ GOUDGE". :-)
In the meantime.. back to The Country of the Pointed Firs.
Winter Solstice by Rosamund Pilcher. Set in the north of Scotland by the sea - beautiful setting, melancholy aplenty, wonderful characters you grow to love. It's like saying goodbye to dear friends when the book ends.
Ooh, I vote for Rooms also. It really was a great book to curl up with. Made me think and dream about what rooms I would find in my own house.
How about Anita Shreve's book "Sea Glass?" It's GREAT!
I just read Sea Glass by Anita Shreve too. It's perfect for you Brin. xxoo
So many good recommendations! Daphne du Maurier's Jamaica Inn is moody and gothic. Beach Music by Pat Conroy is pure magic. It starts in South Carolina, spends a lot of time in Italy, and then ends back in South Carolina. His writing is hauntingly beautiful. Let me know what you choose.
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