![]() ![]() Let me say that I am glad I took the trip. I knew it would involve “mushy stuff,” and that it was liable to be more lighthearted than my usual fare, but beyond that I didn’t have much to go on. ![]() ![]() I came into this book not quite knowing what to expect. You can find it fairly inexpensive nearly anywhere, it’s only 180 pages so can – and must! – be devoured in a single sitting, and contains only vague references to sex and violence, with no naughty words, so it’s appropriately clean for any audience. I’ll put it plain: You need to read this book. The book owned me, sunk its fingers into me and made me its puppet, leaving me wrung out, emotionally exhausted and completely satisfied when I finished the last page. From our narrator first explaining about Fluffy the kitten to his final moments on the shore of the eponymous ocean, I couldn’t stop. Then he releases you, leaving you to bob up to the surface, both relieved and saddened that you have to leave. He grabs you, drags you down into the waters of his imagination, and whispers to you, sounds like the waves lapping on the shore, and refuses to let go until the last word is spoken. ![]() I lack the words to appropriately describe this book. The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman I realized I had not shared my review of my 2nd favorite book of all time, and felt that situation needed rectifying. ![]()
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