I finished reading Neil Gaiman's book, The Ocean at the End of the Lane, just yesterday.
I'm not sure what to think of this book. Labels do not easily fit. It reads like a children's book, but the lessons are for so called "adults." The book caused me to question my memories, and ask why I was given this day. The story swirls with images and stabs at reality. It is deeper than one expects, and should provide excellent discussion for any book club.
I wasn't able to get any true fix on life in Sussex as there is truly no fix of time or place in the plot. Instead, I feel like I will never look at a duck pond in quite the same way, regardless of whether it is in Sussex or at the end of my lane....
... and the contrast between adult and child perspectives. What was huge in childhood recollections, suddenly becomes small when viewed as an adult -- such as the pond.
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