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I get a kick out of tracking where movies pick their coastal vibes, and for 'The Beach House' the most talked-about East Coast shoot was over in Nova Scotia. The 2018/2019 indie-horror version leaned into that foggy, salt-scented Atlantic atmosphere you only get up in Canada’s Maritimes — think rocky coves, low dunes and sleepy fishing towns rather than wide, car-friendly beaches. Filmmakers favored the South Shore style: stone jetties, weathered shacks, and that sort of isolated, windswept mood that sells a tense seaside story on screen. I love how the Nova Scotia coastline reads differently on camera compared to, say, the Outer Banks or Cape Cod. The light is colder, the architecture is older, and the vegetation is scrubby in a way that immediately says “remote.” If you’re imagining where the cast hung their hats between takes, picture small harbor towns, narrow coastal roads, and a couple of provincial parks where the production could set up shots without too many tourists crashing the frame. That mix made the setting feel like another character, which I always appreciate — the coast itself carries a lot of the film’s mood. I walked away wanting to visit those lighthouses and cliffs just to chase the same cinematic feeling.

Sun, salt, and a paperback — for me the absolute go-to beach romance is 'Beach Read' by Emily Henry. It has that perfect mix of witty banter, emotional payoffs, and a slightly sunburnt melancholy that makes it feel like a summer memory in prose. The pacing is spot-on for lying on a towel: you can breeze through chapters between dips in the water, but the characters stick with you long after you close the book. What I love most is how it toys with expectations. On the surface it's a typical opposites-attract romantic setup, but there's real depth: grief, creative block, and the quiet work of figuring out what you actually want. If you want lighter fare, try 'People We Meet on Vacation' by Emily Henry or 'The Flatshare' by Beth O'Leary for cozy laughs; if you want something that leans into queer best-friend romance with fireworks, 'Red, White & Royal Blue' is a riot. Even 'The Kiss Quotient' can be surprisingly tender between sunbathers. Practical tip: pack a wide-brim hat and switch to the audiobook for the last hour of the day so you can watch the sunset hands-free. Bring a playlist of mellow indie and seaside soundscapes, and don’t be shy about dog-earing lines you want to reread later. Honestly, the book that feels like summer to you is the right one, but if you want my pick for pure, salty-sweet beach romance, I’ll always nudging you toward 'Beach Read'.

If you want something that grips and melts at the same time, pick up 'We Were Liars'. I love how short and poetic it is — perfect for a sun-baked afternoon when you want to read something that feels like a wave: gentle at first and then hits harder than you expected. The rhythm of the sentences and the island setting give you that hollow, dreamy beach mood while the twist keeps you wide-awake; it’s the kind of book you can start before lunch and still be thinking about at sunset. Bring a paperback or an e-reader with a backlight, because 'We Were Liars' benefits from rereads. After the twist, I always flip back and find little clues hidden in throwaway lines. If you want a companion vibe, toss 'To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before' in your bag for lighter laughs, or Nicola Yoon’s 'The Sun Is Also a Star' for another seaside-y, romantic read with big emotional beats. Pro tip: a chilled drink, a comfortable towel, and a playlist of lo-fi or indie folk make the pacing feel cinematic. And if the sky turns dramatic, that’s when the book really feels cinematic to me — pages turning like waves.

If I'm packing a beach bag, I like to think about mood more than genre — do I want something sunshiny and silly, or a gentle story that lets the waves carry me away? For me, the perfect beach book is portable, has a strong hook, and either moves quickly or wraps you in atmosphere without demanding intense focus. A breezy rom-com or a page-turner thriller works wonders on a windy shore; a dreamy, lyrical novel can be lovely at golden hour when the light softens. A few picks I actually reach for: 'One Day in December' for light, comforting romance with warm characters; 'The Martian' when I want humor and momentum — it's weirdly perfect for reading between dips; 'The Night Circus' for late-afternoon magic when the sea feels like it could be enchanted; and 'Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine' if I want something that balances heart and humor without being emotionally exhausting. For a moodier seaside read, 'Where the Crawdads Sing' gives me marshy atmosphere that matches the ocean's edge. Practical stuff: paperback or a basic e-reader is my go-to because sand and wind hate hardcover. I always bring a zip-lock, sunscreen for my hands, and a lightweight clip-on reading light if I plan to stay until dusk. If you like pacing, try pairing a short, fast read with one longer, immersive book — you get variety and won't feel stuck if the tide pulls you out of one story. Mostly, pick what you’ll be excited to unwrap between sunscreen slaps and ice cream drips.

On a rain-splattered evening when I pulled 'Monkey Beach' back onto my lap, the themes hit me like the tide—slow, relentless, and full of hidden things. At the surface it's about family and grief: the way loss ripples through a small community and reshapes relationships. The narrator's search for her brother folds into memories of childhood, abuse, alcoholism, and generations stitched together by both tenderness and trauma. Beneath that, there's a strong current of cultural survival—language, ceremony, and the talk between people and the land—and how colonial pressures erode those ties. Then there's the spiritual thread. Spirits, visions, and the liminal space between life and death give the novel a magical realism pulse that makes the supernatural feel ordinary. It explores identity in the sense of belonging—who you are to your family, to your nation, and to the sea. Reading it felt like overhearing someone telling you why the shoreline matters; it left me quieter and more alert to the ways stories keep people intact.

Good news: there is a film adaptation of 'Monkey Beach'. I stumbled on this one a few years ago after rereading the book on a rainy afternoon, and I got that giddy thrill you get when a favorite novel gets the cinematic treatment. The movie was adapted from Eden Robinson's novel and directed by Loretta Todd. It premiered on the festival circuit around 2020 (Vancouver's festival scene was an early home for it) and has circulated through Canadian festivals and limited releases since then. If you loved the novel's mix of family drama, grief, and Indigenous spirituality, this film is a heartfelt attempt to translate those textures to the screen. As a thirtysomething who grew up along the coast and leans on stories to connect me to place, I appreciated how the film leans into atmosphere. The movie follows Lisamarie—just like the book—portraying her memories, visions, and the slow unraveling of family secrets as she searches for her missing brother. The director keeps those haunting, liminal moments that made the novel feel so vivid: dreamlike sequences, encounters with ancestors, and that persistent pull of home. Of course, any adaptation has to trim and reconfigure material, so expect some shifts in pacing and a tighter focus on the visual storytelling rather than the novel's internal monologues. Speaking from the perspective of someone who watches a lot of indie and literary adaptations, I think the casting and cinematography were purposeful choices that aim for authenticity. The film highlights Indigenous talent both in front of and behind the camera, which matters a lot when translating cultural nuance. Critics and festival audiences generally praised the performances and the moody, naturalistic visuals, though some readers of the book felt that certain interior layers—those intimate, restless voice notes from the novel—inevitably get lost when you move to film. That’s a trade-off I expected: movies can show the world in gorgeous, succinct images, but novels let you dwell in a character’s head for pages on end. If you want to watch it, check Canadian festival archives, local indie cinema listings, or streaming platforms that carry Canadian films and Indigenous cinema. It has popped up on VOD/rental services at times, and libraries or university collections sometimes have copies too. Personally, I recommend pairing them: watch the movie to experience the visuals and atmosphere, then go back to the book to re-enter Lisamarie’s inner life at your own pace. Either way, it’s a moving pairing that kept me thinking about home and memory for days after—perfect for a late-night watch or a quiet weekend read.

Reading 'Monkey Beach' felt like holding a family album that was slowly bending and folding under the weight of history — and that sense of history is exactly what drives so much of the novel's emotional power. For me, the biggest historical threads are colonialism and its offshoots: the Indian Act-era policies that enforced assimilation, the missionaries who suppressed Indigenous spiritual life, and the potlatch ban that attacked public ceremony and kinship networks. Those policies didn't just erase rituals on paper; they fractured daily life, leaving gaps where old knowledge used to live. In 'Monkey Beach' those gaps show up as fragmented memory, a loss of language, and a generation of people trying to make sense of haunting things without the cultural scaffolding they once had. Another layer that really shapes the plot is the legacy of residential schools and child removal practices — including the Sixties Scoop — along with broader patterns of state violence and systemic neglect. The novel doesn’t always name each policy explicitly, but you can feel their fingerprints in the characters’ struggles with addiction, intergenerational trauma, and fraught family relationships. The disappearances and deaths in the story echo a national pattern: missing and murdered Indigenous people, whose tragedies are often treated as isolated incidents rather than symptoms of long-standing social and political harms. Environmental change and economic transformation also steer the narrative. Logging, industrial fishing, and the encroachment of resource extraction onto traditional territories don’t just change jobs; they alter spiritual relationships to land and sea. In 'Monkey Beach' the ocean and the old hunting grounds carry memory and grief — and when those places are threatened or commodified, characters lose more than income. Reading it aloud on a damp ferry ride once, I kept thinking about how the legal history of land dispossession and resource management — treaties, government policy, corporate logging — quietly shapes the choices people make in the book. Put all these threads together and you get a story where the supernatural sits next to bureaucratic reality, and both are shaped by history: the colonial laws, the cultural bans, the removal of children, and the steady economic pressures on coastal communities. It's heartbreaking and intimate, and every time I revisit the book I notice another historical shadow behind the personal scenes.

Sun-drenched love scenes are my catnip, and beaches in romance novels hit that sweet spot of nostalgia, heat, and a little danger. I love how authors use sand and salt to strip characters down to their rawest emotions—think messy hair, bare feet, and a single heartfelt confession that feels inevitable. A few books come to mind instantly: 'The Summer I Turned Pretty' makes the beach into a living, breathing third character with bonfires, midnight swims, and that ache of first love; 'Beach Read' flips the trope by putting two very different writers in neighboring beach houses and letting the shoreline do the heavy emotional lifting. Some beach scenes are quiet and devastating, like the lonely cliffs and tidal pull in 'On Chesil Beach', where the setting amplifies tension and regret. Others are cinematic: fireworks reflected on wet sand, hands sticky with salt and ice cream, or a surprise kiss under a lifeguard tower. I also adore the way older novels use seaside towns—'Persuasion' at Lyme Regis, for example—to stage pivotal encounters that hinge on changing tides. When I flip through those pages on a hot afternoon, I can almost taste sunscreen and hear waves. If you want scenes that pair summer heat with romantic stakes, start with the ones above and be ready to get sandy.