I first heard about this book from a short article in one of the broadsheet newspapers. It had just come out and I stopped off at my favorite (yes, I'm American!) London bookshop on my way somewhere or the other. I was disappointed that they hadn't yet received their copies! Flash-forward, a year later. I see the book in the shop, now in paper back. I snap up a copy. I read it, avidly from cover to cover. Now I want to be a sailor. What did I think? For one thing, it is very well-written and full of sailing fact and folklore--it would be a heck of a read if that was all it was. But it was much more than that: the real story is woven into the subtitle: "Alone across the Atlanic in a wooden boat". It is the story of a journey, of love and of a life. A life very much in progress--a man "under construction". This is an uplifting and courageous book about life and all that matters. I thought it was a fabulous book, thoughtful and sensitive without being TOO sentimental. I want a sequel--I want to know how he got on. I want to see him on another boat of his own, equally wonderful and idiocyncratic. I want him to be the captain of his boat and of his life, with another woman whom he loves as much as he loved J.--A woman could do worse!