I finally managed to finish reading Neil Gaiman‘s “The Ocean at the End of the Lane”, and (as expected) it was nothing short of beautiful in in its own frightening way. Of course, I probably have my biases–you may remember that Gaiman is one of my favorite people in the whole wide world.
On the other hand, no one can deny that he has a special talent for shaping worlds and words that draw you in almost immediately. Even when I had to stop reading in favor of doing something else, I found it really easy to get back into the story. All I needed to do is read one sentence, and I’m back with Lettie Hempstock and the boy and the things that bring terror.
It is a story that is undoubtedly Gaimanic (is that even a word? I think it should be) in nature; but it is also something completely new.
This book needs to be read by everyone, and you have to read on to find out why.