Finished reading it today. As impressive as the contest was between the old man and the marlin, followed by the harrowing fights between the old man the sharks, my favorite part of the novella was the devotion between the old fisherman and the little boy he'd taught to fish. That type of love is something special. I felt a lump in my throat and my eyes watered at the end. I know only four people who love me that much. My parents, my Grandma and my girlfriend.