Two years ago I found myself in Western Australia heading north out of Perth for an unknown destination. Stopped in a small town on the coast a friend turned to me and said “This is the town where Tim Winton lives.” I was frozen. Winton is a legend. Wildly successful writer, and one that Australians speak of with intense pride. I don’t know Tim Winton but I think I want to be him. Live in Western Australia and write novels. But wanting and doing are entirely different things, and if you read Winton you realize by about page two that you are dealing with a gifted storyteller. A good book provides sentences that create a mental image that you the reader are responsible for. The writer provides you these specific words, in a specific sequence, so the author is also responsible for the mental image, but you the reader take care of the specifics native to…you. “Breath,” is a novel that felt like it was written for me. I felt like I knew each of the characters intimately, but filtered through Winton’s story and back through my life. Surf, youth, risk, shark, love, family, Western Australia.