Hello to fellow seagull mates who, like me, want to be nothing less than Jonathan. I do not yet have a great seagull story to share with you, but I'm sure I will one day.
I write now because I have to mention an unusual reaction to the Fourth part of the book. As I was reading the last line of the chapter, I felt an electric shock pass through all of my body, as I felt Jonathan inside me. Read More
I have always been an outsider. I was introduced to the book as I was required to read it for a class in college. I couldn't believe what I was reading- it made me think this was about me. Someone seeking to be all he could be. Read More
My story is about my life as a young boy living on an island with 30 kilometers of coastline, a beautiful beach, and a small off beach island of our own. When I read Johnston Livingston Seagull I related immediately as my beach, my seagulls, my imagination, my life, as a young boy watching the magic of seagull diving, running in the shallows of the tide, waiting for me to do something. Read More
As a native of Redondo Beach, CA, I watched seagulls all of my life. In 1969, while recovering from a serious bicycle accident, seagulls inspired me to seek my own freedom through surfing, sailing, and writing.
Jonathan Livingston Seagull is the first book that I read from cover-to-cover. I have read many of your other books. The story about your first published article when you were in high school inspired me to become a self-help and fiction author. Read More
My mom (a librarian by vocation, an actress/director by advocation) brought your book home for me to read upon its debut circa 1970. Both mom and dad had soloed in Piper Cubs in the late 1940's, brother Rick got his ticket and I was his first passenger about 1970. I was 17. Read More
My little grandson's life ended when he was just nine years old. He was a real enthusiast in everything he tried, he was gifted with such a talent with hand eye coordination that I'm sure he would have been world best at something. I remember us watching gulls together, and he wanted to fly. His name was Fletcher. Read More
In 1976 I read Jonathan Livingston Seagull. Something about that story resonated in my 18-year-old brain. I was in the Navy attending school to become an aerographer (weather observer.) One day I went with a friend who was getting a tattoo. I just went along for the ride. While waiting in the lobby of the tattoo parlor, I spotted a seagull tattoo and felt compelled to get a tattoo of that seagull. Read More
The minute I laid eyes on you, peace came and sat with me. It’s not everyday I keep such company such as yourself. You’re a mystery and for the moment you fascinate me… How long will you stay? What will become of you? What will become of me? I sit with you and you are silent. Yet the moment I leave your side you open your bill and sound the alarm until I return. I rush to your aid and attempt to bring comfort but you shy at the sight of my hand… so instead of invading your space I sit with you like you sit with me, quiet and content with just being… We mirror each other: you sit, I sit, you stare, I stare. I think about me when I look at you… and in my opinion you're mad to want such company. Read More
Jonathon Seagull came to me during a tough time in my life. I had always grown up with my mum, auntie and nan mentioning the book. They also each have seagulls hanging in their houses named Jonathan so I was always aware of Jonathon in some way. However, I never understood nor asked to understand. Being a child I just accepted it as something they knew of and I didn't need to know. Read More
I first met Jonathan standing on my mother's bookshelf. I remember the book earliest from when I was about eight years old. I didn't understand it at the time, and found it somewhat peculiar for my mother to have a book about a bird (though coming from a family of ornithologists.) Time passed, and when I was twenty I joined the army, and at age twenty-four, the air force, where I've been working as an intelligence specialist ever since. Read More
My mom Judy gave me her copy of JLS when I was nine. She made me promise to read it each year. She told to watch how it changed as I did. From a sweet story of a bird to a window onto life itself. The possibilities. The power to follow your own will and beyond the groveling of others' limited ideas of what to do here. To strive to become better than you were. Read More
I got my first copy of Seagull as a gift when I was seventeen years old...it was given to me by an individual that I later ended up marrying and also divorcing. The book touched my heart in a way that no other book had done it before. Read More
Okay. When I was five years old my nineteen year old aunt Louise committed suicide. She had petit maul seizure disorder. I was very close to her as a young boy and didn't understand what had happened but now after many years of research I’ve learned a lot and realized how much Neil Diamond & Jonathan Livingston Seagull meant to her and, now, to me too. Read More
My parents gave me this book when I was nine years old.I read the book as a child for the first time, having no idea how it would influence me in the future. I had a rough childhood and couldn't adapt to the new small town where we were moved to. And so the problems continued. I didn’t realize how much this affected my personality. We later moved back to my hometown where I was born and raised. Read More
I didn't actually meet Jonathan, but I saw him playing and training. Sometime in the mid 1970's, I was driving North on Highway 1 and had crossed over Bixby Bridge. The girl I was with told me to pull into the next turnout overlooking the ocean.
I did. I opened the car door for her and she handed me a present. She told me to go sit on a rock overlooking the ocean and read THE BOOK. I did. I have never been the same. Read More
I don't remember when I met Jonathan. I know I was a teen, maybe younger and I identified right away with his character. I only wanted to race motorcycles professionally and be a road racing world champion- but with very little support or money for this dream. Read More
The first time I read the book, I was in 5th grade, the second time I was 53. In school I was always odd and not one to follow the crowd. My interests separated me so I learned to be comfortable being a loner - independent and not expecting or needing that much support of my dreams. It was not until recently at the age of 53, with my second read, did I realize how much this story has shaped my way of life, self-image, and thinking. Read More
I never really knew that much. I thought that I were flying long before I actually could. I remember once when I was young and I thought the only thing in the world that I could not do was whistle. Literally that was the only thing I couldn't do! My friend at the time laughed at me as though I were being silly and then a doubt entered my mind. But with all my heart and might, I believed that this was the only thing in the whole entire world that I could not do. Read More
I first met Jonathan when I was 12 years old, 33 years ago. I was fortunate when a very progressive thinking teacher whose first name was June introduced me to the book. I remember her words like it was yesterday. She said, "Melissa, read this. When you realize it's not about seagulls you will know what I mean." Read More
Ok, this is weird. I had a dream last night that a seagull had been overcome with heat and I took it to a lake to cool and rehydrate. I entered the lake with the seagull and began to swim. Soon there were dozens of seagulls around me, swimming. One seagull then began to give me a shoulder massage. His wings transformed into the claws of a Sloth for this purpose. He told me his name was Jonathan and we had a lovely conversation about life. Read More