The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman
I received this book for free from the publisher. All content and opinions are my own.
This is Neil Gaiman right? So, I knew it was going to be good. And it was. It’s strange and familiar. Odd and yet not. I’ve struggled and, well, failed at trying to write a reasonable plot summary. And apparently, the publisher thought the task either too difficult or unnecessary, because the blurb is itty bitty:
A brilliantly imaginative and poignant fairy tale from the modern master of wonder and terror, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is Neil Gaiman’s first new novel for adults since his #1 New York Times bestseller Anansi Boys.
This bewitching and harrowing tale of mystery and survival, and memory and magic, makes the impossible all too real…
Still, I think I’ll give you a few details from the beginning of the story. The unnamed narrator is back in his hometown for a funeral. Snippets of his childhood come back to him, as they are wont to do, and he remembers a childhood friend named Lettie Hempstock who believed that the pond behind her house was an ocean. He visits Lettie’s childhood home and more and more of his childhood memories return.
I really enjoyed reading this one. It is at once completely fantastical and utterly real. It captures that feeling of fog that settles over your childhood once you are at least a decade or two away from it.
All I can say from here is that you should read it.