Seriously, how have I not read a novel by Neil Gaiman? I've heard him speak and just knew, by the way he presented himself and what he talked about, that he was my kind of guy. So what on earth took me so damn long? 
 The Ocean at the End of the Lane is magic via words. It's the kind of storytelling that used to be told but done with such finesse, simplicity, and love. It's precious. I almost feel like the book itself could break if in the wrong hands, that your heart must be fully open to appreciate it for all that it is. It is so endearing, encouraging for all writers, and inspiring without even trying to be. It's the epitome of story.