The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman: A Review

ocean2.pngGoodreads Synopsis: Sussex, England. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn’t thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she’d claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.
Forty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this farm at the end of the road. Like a fuse on a firework, his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways. The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly incomprehensible to a little boy. And Lettie—magical, comforting, wise beyond her years—promised to protect him, no matter what.


The Ocean at the End of the Lane is the first Neil Gaiman novel I have read, and I absolutely loved it. I picked it up randomly in the airport one day because the title appealed to me, and it was a purchase I do not regret at all. I could not put this book down, and when I did, I felt a strange twinge of nostalgia and sadness overcome me. This book is truly beautiful and magical; a story about friendship, growing up, and how experiences shape us. But enough gushing, I think I have made it evident enough that I absolutely adored this book and it immediately made its way to my favourites list. Let’s talk about the story itself.

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