By Neil Gaiman
“Grown-ups don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. Truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.”
Magical, haunting, honest, and slightly unsettling, Neil Gaiman nails the short novel that manages to stick in the back of your mind and heart for years to come. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is the story of a man who experienced some very peculiar things as a child. He comes back to visit his boyhood home, and the memories (both terrible and wondrous) come flooding back. While fantastical in nature, the story is true at its heart. Because it’s not really about creatures from other worlds or incredible experiences or impossible people. It’s about the frightening prospect of being a child who must one day become an adult. It’s about forgetting we once were children and then suddenly remembering it all over again. It’s about the wisdom children sometimes have and the foolish adults who don’t listen.