Getting back into the swing of things each week is hard. So is finding the quiet time to write a review over the weekend. In order to ease out of the weekend, I’ve decided to begin my blogging week with a mini review.
Thanksgiving ushers in the holiday season. I know that retailers see Halloween as this harbinger, but I’ll be old fashioned and stick to getting started this week. The holidays can be a magical time. The Ocean at the End of the Lane doesn’t have anything to do with the holidays, but it is a magical read. Plus, it’s about time for me to highlight it here. This audiobook was one of the highlights of the year.
I have no explanation for why it’s taken me so long to post about The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I was so excited for this release that I pre-ordered a signed copy through Barnes and Noble. Then, to keep my autographed copy pristine – this is Neil Gaiman, the man who held the door for me in New York and made me squeal like a teenager after the door closed behind me (I hope), after all – I picked up the audiobook because this self same Neil Gaiman narrated it. Neil Gaiman is an author who can narrate his own book with the flair of the best professional narrator. If he wanted yet another career, he could be an audiobook narrator. The Ocean at the End of the Lane was worth every ounce of my pre-release excitement. This story of a grown man who returns to the most significant place in his youth as he deals with his divorce is nothing short of magical. I enjoyed every minute I spent with this book. There were certain sections that are as full of the beauty of human love and loyalty and others that were as disturbing and frightening as most anything else I’ve read. Neil Gaiman’s narration was spot on throughout, allowing the reader to draw one’s own conclusions about what really happened all those years ago. The Ocean at the End of the Lane is as thoroughly satisfying as anything else I’ve read this year.