This is a book soaked in salt. The seasons move through the pages, storms blow through it, and the tides rise and fall. Take a slow walk through those pages and you will see things: whelk, Spanish moss, cypress knees, a great blue heron, and the drama of salty creeks, estuaries, spartina. It is a world of movement where barnacles seethe, water pulses, shadows lengthen and nets are thrown. Take an hour and settle into this book, and the effect will be not unlike that of sinking down into a place.