This book was published the year I was born, and it’s one of a handful that I have memories of my mom reading to me as a very small child (in good company with the likes of the LOTR trilogy, the early Harry Potter books, and most if not all of TA Barron’s Merlin books published in the 90’s). I remembered more of the feeling of the book, and of those quiet, formative evenings, than much about the plot. Nonetheless, my mom mailed me the 30 year old paperback we used all those years ago, and I’m happy to report that the book holds up after all these years (not literally, though - the paperback itself has been taped back together). The messages about reverence and awe for the beauty and mystery of the natural world still resonate. (I will note, however, that I don’t know or, frankly, care to know how well the oceanography holds up - if it doesn’t, don’t tell me). I found the Water Spirit passage and concept particularly striking.
I don’t generally read young adult (or younger) books, and I don’t tend to reread books, but reading this book again as an adult was a gift. The story itself is beautiful. But there’s something magical about the fact that this book and my mother’s love of stories about Merlin (much like the main character’s own father’s love for these stories) shaped me and taught me so much about how to move through the world with curiosity and compassion. I should call her.