The Seas by Samantha HuntMacAdam/Cage, 2004

This book is watery and shifting and uneasy like the sea. It’s filled with wonderful small details: the grandfather who sets type and is composing a dictionary, the motel with rooms named after hurricanes, the big sprawling house that used to be apartments for sailors. A few moments seem too self-consciously literary: “‘You are the one writing this story?’ he asks, and slowly I nod my head because I can’t tell if he is making fun of me.”