literary gluttony

Time’s a funny thing and our memories even stranger. Returning home can bring up so many memories, some quite believable, others like something from a dream. When a middle-aged man returns to his childhood home, he learns that nothing is as he remembered.

True to Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is imaginative, magical, scary, and adventurous all in one. Drawn into a world where otherworldly creatures can cause issues and fairy rings are a safe haven, Gaiman tells a tale like no other. And like most of his novels, I find myself equally satisfied with his story and scratching my head at the same time.

The Ocean at the End of the Lane is one of his shorter novels and therefore, easy to complete. But in the end, I want to go back and read it again to possibly catch something I may have missed the first time around. His poetic way with words are reminiscent of listening to the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland speak. Confusing at times, yet beautiful nonetheless.