“I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.”
The Ocean At The End Of The Lane is the story of the unnamed main character’s troubled and magical childhood. This book tastes like infancy itself.
It’s the kind of story that transports you to another dimension completely, and is better appreciated in a rainy, cold day where you can simply huddle yourself under some blankets and read for hours.
The fantastical, foggy setting made me question some of my own memories about my younger years. Is anything really how I remember it? How much did I lose from those years that I can’t recover?
I’m still a bit attached to the characters and have a lot of questions, but one of the lessons in here is that you need to let some things go to survive. And on that, I definitely agree.
Sentence: Introspective and thoughtful are the best words I can find to describe my reading. “Definitely recommended” as well, of course.