We moved a lot when I was young. We weren’t military but my father was a federal employee so he took various assignments, mostly up and down the Eastern seaboard. No matter where we lived, we were never very far from the ocean. At times it was only a few steps — which was terrifying…
REVIEW: SOUNDINGS by Hali Felt
I’d never heard of Marie Tharp. The only woman I’d ever heard of remotely related to anything to do with the bottom of the ocean was a woman in a portrait at my parents-in-law’s house. She was named Nannie (Maury) Herndon. A member of my husband’s ancestors, her father was an oceanographer and was the…
REVIEW: THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE by Neil Gaiman
It’s difficult to know where to begin with a Gaiman book. His tales are always so different, yet somehow always Gaiman. In fact, I hear his voice in my head while I’m reading, which is both comforting and unnerving — appropriately. This time, the hero is just a young boy. Now grown-up, he returns to…