In Haiti, beach bodies are simply bodies, and beach reads are simply books, because the beach is all around you.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was a child, my parents took my brothers and me to Port-au-Prince during the summer so we could get to know the country of our ancestors. Because Haiti is an island, the beach is everywhere. Haitians are particular, even snobby, about beaches.
I'm not a beach person.
A beach is not only a sweep of sand, but shells of sea creatures, the sea glass, the seaweed, the incongruous objects washed up by the ocean.
Most people associate reading with laying on the beach. They don't see that it's crucial for a democracy!
I don't go to the beach. There is no value in going to the beach. If I did go I would probably read economics books.
I grew up on the beach. It's just a way of life. You don't seek out that lifestyle; it's just day-to-day.
If I do go to the beach there have to be certain rules: it can't be a pebbly beach, there has to be some shade and there has to be a beach bar. I don't want to go off the beaten track.
I typically enjoy a beautiful beach destination, as I find the water and sand to be the most replenishing.
Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.
Here's my definition of a great beach read - a fabulous story that sucks me in like a black hole and when it's over, it jettisons my bones across the galaxy with a hair on fire mission to convince everyone I know that they must read that book or they will die.