Every now and then I find myself wrapped up in a story that is rich and beautiful. A story that captures my spare thoughts and pulls me back until it’s over. When the end comes, usually too quickly, I replay the characters and wonder about the works they live in. I relish the last page and hope the next story is like this one. A beautiful escape into my own imagination.
Last week I found myself unexpectedly engrossed in “The Ocean at the End of the Lane“, a novel by Neil Gaiman. Every paragraph is exquisite and each character crisp and alive. My imagination spun up a little farm in rural England and put me into this young boy’s strange events. The young boy in the story is a book lover and devours every book he can get his hands on. His quiet farm life suddenly starts getting… strange… and he discovers there’s more to the real world than he thought.
Every moment of this story is beautiful and perfect. I devoured it in a couple of days and wished there was more.