The Ocean at the End of the Lane is by Neil Gaiman, an author I enjoy reading. This story follows an unnamed narrator, now a middle-aged man returning home. As he wanders to the pond at the end of the lane where his old house stood he suddenly remembers a momentous time from when he was seven years old. Back then, his parents, sister and him still lived in the old house and down the lane lived Lettie Hempstock with her mother and grandmother. A chain of events is set off when a man commits suicide near these two homes, and Lettie takes the boy along to set things right. The boy learns much about the delicacy of the universe around him and the importance of knowledge and memory. It is an eerie, dark fairy tale with only a few likable characters. The most interesting part of it is the point of the view of the seven-year-old narrator; Gaiman has such keen insight into the mind of a child and how they perceive adults and their actions and the events happening around them. It’s not a light and fun read, but certainly draws the reader in and stays with you.