Neil Gaiman has his own distinct writingstyle and yet every book I’ve ever read of him truly has its own prose and way of telling the story. Gaiman is the storyteller that brings his creations to the world, while a lot of writers have such a similiar style in all of their works that their creations seem to bring them to the world.
But no matter if you read about Snow White the queen or a boy discovering what lies at the end of the lane, there is always a sense of wonder in Gaiman’s books. His work is mostly about the line between childhood and adulthood, and that for most adults it means losing this wonder. Yet Neil Gaiman has never lost it and we should be grateful for that. He brings back that wonder to all his readers alongside the lines of Alice in Wonderland. In fact, he may do a better job if you ask me, because his prose is beautiful yet not too flashly.
I planned on giving this 3,5 stars. Ursula Monkton reminded me a little too much of the other mother from Coraline. This was a little dissapointing for me because I praise Neil Gaiman for writing stories that always are typically his yet different than the other works I read before. Now having read more of his I did start to recognize some patterns and similarities in plot.
Throughout most of the book I kept waiting on something more to come. While every passage is filled with wonder it’s mostly near the end that it truly kicks in. But when it does: it hits you hard. This book made me think about memories and how they change with time and that two people won’t ever remember things exactly the same. A friend of mine experienced that an ending in a book changed her whole view on the whole of it. I did too, but with The Oceon at the End of the Lane instead. That ending alone deserves a rating of 5 stars.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a book by Neil Gaiman. This review first appeared on Goodreads in July 2016.