Wednesday, June 19, 2013
I Read: The Ocean at The End of The Lane by Neil Gaiman
From Goodreads: It began for our narrator forty years ago when the family lodger stole their car and committed suicide in it, stirring up ancient powers best left undisturbed. Dark creatures from beyond the world are on the loose, and it will take everything our narrator has just to stay alive: there is primal horror here, and menace unleashed - within his family and from the forces that have gathered to destroy it. His only defense is three women, on a farm at the end of the lane. The youngest of them claims that her duckpond is an ocean. The oldest can remember the Big Bang.
I bought this book yesterday morning at The Tattered Cover and finished it before I went to bed. It was hard to put down and I probably would not have excepting for the annoyances of life that inevitably come between a reader and a great book. I loved it.
This is true story telling that is neither predictable or dependent on adhering to the thin veils of reality. A modern day myth, tale, and all around wonderful read that reminds us of the terrifying powerlessness of childhood, and the magic of finding your source.
Also, I get to stand in an enormous line on the 25th here in Denver at The Tattered Cover to have my copy signed--I can't wait!