On childhood holidays to the western coast Tim Wintons days followed a joyous rhythm. In the mornings the sun & surf kept him outside in the water. In the afternoons as the horizon wobbled with mirages & the wind came in from the ocean he was driven inside to books. In the simple peculiar shack that his family borrowed each year there was a small library: a room with four walls of books a world unto itself. In this beautifully delicate memoir Winton writes about his obsession with what happens where the water meets the shore about diving dunes beachcombing & the sense of being on the precarious wondrous edge of things that haunts his novels. It is a book about the ebb & flow that became a way of life & that shaped one of our finest writers. Both a serial romantic & a truly gifted novelist Mariella Frostrup Mail on Sunday