Neil Gaiman is one of my favorite authors because of the way his stories are part fantasy, part melancholy, and part sweet, and completely beautiful. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is no different. He takes us back to childhood and the wonder we experience. It’s true that there are things that children know that adults don’t. If you are looking for an easy, enjoyable book to read this month, I highly suggest it!
About the book: A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn’t thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she’d claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshakle old farmhouse where she once lived, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy. A groundbreaking work as delicate as a butterfly’s wing and as menacing as a knife in the dark, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is told with a rare understanding of all that makes us human, and shows the power of stories to reveal and shelter us from darkness inside and out.