The Ocean at the End of the Lane – Neil Gaiman
Title: The Ocean at the End of the Lane
Author: Neil Gaiman
Publisher: William Morrow Books
Genre: Fantasy/Magic Realism/Horror
I don’t think Neil Gaiman is capable of writing a bad story. He’s a master wordsmith and this story was just another in a long line of amazing tales he has created.
I was spellbound while I read this over the holidays. It was a true page-turner, that kept me guessing as I delved into the world of a young boy who makes a tiny mistake. A mistake that sets him down a path of darkness.
A tale of the power of the triple goddess that will leave you guessing and wanting to cross the borders of the page.
It was a wonderful treat to read and it will stay with me for years to come. It was personal, emotional and enchanting.
You can find it on Amazon in Kindle format for $11.49, in paperback for $10.77 and in hardback for $15.62.
Synopsis: Sussex, England. 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 ramshackle old farmhouse, 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.
Forty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this farm at the end of the road. Like a fuse on a firework, his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways. The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly incomprehensible to a little boy. And Lettie—magical, comforting, wise beyond her years—promised to protect him, no matter what.
A groundbreaking work from a master, 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 the darkness inside and out. It is a stirring, terrifying, and elegiac fable as delicate as a butterfly’s wing and as menacing as a knife in the dark.