Audiobooks
If you haven't guessed by now, I am in awe of Neil Gaiman, and his writing just blows me away.
Of course, it might just be the accent, when he reads his own stories in audiobooks. But I don't think so. I have a stack of his books waiting to be read one of these days when I actually have time to read for pleasure, instead of snatching half an hour of listening when doing errands, or 45 minutes when I walk in the morning.
THE OCEAN AT THE END OF THE LANE. How do you describe it without giving too much away, and without trying to sound all philosophical and psychological and totally ruining that feeling you get deep inside, of wonder and a little bit of scared, and that anticipation that something is just lurking there (good and bad) waiting for you to be ready before it steps into the light of day and you get that, "Oh, right, of course, now I understand," reaction ....
On the surface, it's just a recounting of an odd incident that a man recalls from his childhood, when everyone was totally oblivious and easily fooled, and all that stood between the ordinary world and terror and the destruction of that world was a quiet, bookish boy with no friends. No friends except the odd, magical girl at the end of the lane, who claimed the farm pond was actually an ocean. And a simple mistake he made threatened to let that horror and danger come in ....
And it was an ocean, in all the right, magical, mystical ways. But I'm not going to tell you how. Listen to this lovely, quiet, somewhat frightening, thought-provoking gem for yourself.
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