I’d only just bought this book before settling down the next day, and finishing it in one shot.
How do I even begin to describe Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane? It’s a story of a man reminiscing about his childhood on a worn old bench, in front of a pond that is an ocean. It is also the story of that same man, as a child, finding himself caught in a web of strangeness, terror, and his involvement with the three mysterious Hempstock women.
It is also a story of childhood, adulthood, everything else in-between, and everything else beyond that.