A review by mcbibliotecaria
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman

3.0

Gaiman. Love. Regardless of the stars I give. The problem with Gaiman is slow. Meaning I need to slow down for his words, and it is very difficult for me to do that. I need to let the water I just drink in get to my intestines before I move on to the meal, but I chew fast and swallow. This probably isn't very useful for anyone that wants to know about the book.

Its about a boy who meets a strange family of women at the end of his lane. He has a family, and a character comes into his life, by way of the youngest of the family of women, that screws it up terribly. Old spirits, stories come into play, and old people as young children need to save the day. The visuals Gaiman puts in your mind stay forever, gross or philosophical, they leave their marks. Of ripped scenes in reality, and things that effect us physically and mentally. I gave it three stars because it was totally like this. I might revisit it later on in life.