My rating: 4 of 5 stars
After a crazy past few weeks, I gave myself a day off to rest and recharge and I decided to spend it reading Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane. It was a good decision. I enjoyed the book, which had enough of the Gaiman style and flair that I literally heard Neil’s voice narrating in my head as I read it, but it wasn’t so ambitious that I had to put any real effort into enjoying it. Overall, it was closer to The Graveyard Book than to American Gods in the spectrum of Neil’s work. (Not that I don’t love American Gods and not that I don’t enjoy a book that makes you work for it but in my present state of mind, I was more than happy to read something a bit more accessible).
All in all, it reminded me of Peter Beagle’s Tamsin, which is one of my favorite books by one my all favorite authors (whose voice, incidentally, I also hear narrating in my head whenever I read something of his).
I don’t think The Ocean at the End of the Lane will go down in history as the best book Neil Gaiman has ever written but it was a quick, interesting read and exactly what I needed at the moment.