She was caring when she didn’t have to be, especially to our un-named narrator. Even though she was aged well beyond her 11 years, she was still a child in maturity to her mother and grandmother. I loved her sly comments or refusals to answer some questions and her vast knowledge. But there was a thread of magic to all of them that made them just unbelievable enough to not seem human. Lettie was the cool friend we all wanted to have, and Ursula was the evil babysitter everyone remembered. Hempstock reminded me of my grandmother and made me so happy to read about. It’s hard to comment on the characters credibility because half of them were under a spell, and the other half were fantastical beings of otherworldly power. I liked remembering what it was like to be a child and believe what you are told and trust things you cannot see. I understand why this book is targeted at adults, but the content felt overly juvenile at times. It was good, I enjoyed it, but it was so short and so fantastical that I never got into it completely. I didn’t know what to think of this book. And Lettie-magical, comforting, wise beyond her years-promised to protect him, no matter what. The darkness was unleashed, something scary and thoroughly incomprehensible to a little boy. Like a fuse on a firework, his death lit a touchpaper and resonated in unimaginable ways.
And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.įorty years earlier, a man committed suicide in a stolen car at this farm at the end of the road.
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. 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. A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
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