I picked up this book at an op shop in Queenstown Tasmania, as inland as you can get in this island in the heart of mountain and mining country. So it served to transport me. Really great concept, to weave together brilliant stories, poems, and literature that centre on the ocean. There’s a lot of life in this book, I particularly love how it glides through all the different faces of the ocean, her different moods. The extreme and ghastly and the gentle, calm transcendent beauty. I liked jumping from one chapter on the facts and figures and scientific processes of the ocean Maury’s the physical geography of the sea and its meteorology to then suddenly be swept in by Edgar Allan Poe’S the maelstrom. A really cool book