⭐⭐⭐⭐.5 4.5 out of 5 stars
Neil Gaiman has always been one of my favourite authors. The way he writes, mixing magic with everyday events, has a unique charm. His novels are imaginative, funny and full of impossible characters and situations.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is one of those works that seem to be dedicated to children—the characters are very young, and the narration is simple. At some point in the plot, though, we realise that the story is actually too dark or scary or weird to be targeted at the youngest audience. That’s the case with Gaiman’s book.
It’s a story of a little boy who has to face the world of the adults and the supernatural supported by his friend Lettie Hempstock, her mother and grandmother. When the ruined opal miner commits suicide, something old and powerful awakens in the neighbouring woods. Something, that desires to find a way into our world and the last thing stopping it are our heroes.
The novel is a perfect example of Gaiman’s prose— a bit weird and scary, surprising, magical and sooo imaginative. Recently, I’ve seen it on stage in London and simply loved it. The use of puppets was unexpected and dramatic but added even more to the story’s charm.
I recommend this book and a visit to the theatre o everyone that enjoy fantasy stories. Don’t let the age of the characters put you off—this story is good for everyone.