If you are into nostalgic reads after seeing a movie that once was a book, and you like fishing, I recommend Peter Benchley's JAWS.
Easy reading to be sure, a mixture of Hemingway's the old man and the sea (a sea salt gnarled old man hunts the great fish, in search of finding meaning for his existence) and a Stephen King style dark ancient menace swirling in the black ocean at night. In the novel Jaws really is a monster from the deep.
Maybe I do the Novel more credit than it deserves because it was formative at aged 12 reading it to the back drop of the Southern motorway over my backyard fence and the Power Pylons of a South Auckland upbringing.
Facing west out my bedroom window I could see the Southern motorway and every car charging towards or away from the Bombays, the National grid too...the massive Pylons were there....but I could also see farmland, and the blood red sky of the West as the sun sunk beyond all of the Ghetto ugliness. Somewhere out there, on that Western darkening sky, lay the black sand beaches, where White Sharks hunt at sunset in my local waters, the Manukau, called the sea of men by the ancients the Eastern Polynesians who first sailed here.
