growing up, i remember listening to my grandmother and mother periodically mention anne morrow lindbergh’s book, gift from the sea. even without knowing what it was about (a novel? a biography?), i knew that it had a profound impact on them.
so why i waited so long - this past july - to finally read it, i don’t know. but, in some ways, i’m grateful that i cracked its cover at this point in my life. like all great gifts, i guess this one was all about receiving it at the right time.