The Ocean at the End of the Lane (M) by
Neil Gaiman is likely to
be amongst my list of favourites for 2013. It is a modern-day fairy tale for
adults that leaves you feeling uncomfortable but is so compelling that it
demands that you read the book in one sitting.

An unnamed narrator returns to his childhood village in
order to deliver the eulogy at a funeral. He drives to where his house once
stood and is drawn to a house with a pond at the end of the lane. As he
encounters familiar landmarks he is flooded with memories of the three
generations of Hempstock women who lived on the farm. We are taken back to when
he was a boy of seven and the distressing events which he had forgotten. It all
began with his family’s reversal of fortune when they were forced to take in
lodgers in order to maintain their home. One lodger, a South African opal
miner, first ran over the boy’s beloved kitten and then, in despair for his
financial misdealings, committed suicide in the family’s car. A malevolent
force, kept in check by the Hempstock women, heard his tortured lament and, in
a misguided attempt to help, unleashed a series of terrifying events.
The story begins with the boy’s seventh birthday party to
which no one shows up. He is a solitary bookish child who does not appear to
mind this, however the stage is set and you are already feeling distressed for
him. In the style of
Enid Blyton’s (M) children, the boy is resourceful and clear
sighted while the adults around him seem shadowy, absent, incompetent and
finally downright dangerous. The boy unwittingly unleashes the evil onto the
physical world and faces the fear of an unexpurgated Grimm fairy tale as his
father becomes a physical threat to him and he has no one to turn to beyond the
Hempstock women.
I don’t want to give any more away, but I do highly
recommend this frightening and rewarding story about memory, forgetting, trust
and redemption.

Gaiman’s latest brings to mind
John Connelly’s The Book of Lost Things (M). “High in his attic
bedroom, twelve-year-old David mourns the death of his mother. He is angry and
alone, with only the books on his shelf for company. But those books have begun
to whisper to him in the darkness, and as he takes refuge in his imagination,
he finds that reality and fantasy have begun to meld. While his family falls
apart around him, David is violently propelled into a land that is a strange
reflection of his own world, populated by heroes and monsters, and ruled over
by a faded king who keeps his secrets in a mysterious book... The Book of Lost
Things. An imaginative tale about
navigating the journey into adulthood, while doing your best to hang on to your
childhood.” publisher
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