Please let me begin this review by saying that I really like Neil Gaiman's prose. He has beautiful ways with words. It's true that I haven't give his work more than three stars (with the possible exception of Coraline, which I remember enjoyed so much as a junior high school student) but I think his books are gems that worth reread. This one is no exception. 
 The Ocean at The End of The Lane is a charming story about childhood reminiscence, complete with imaginary journeys (which turn out not so imaginary at all) and desperation that "adult won't understand" the world as the child sees it. Very smoothly told, but for me the details get a little bit clunky at the end. I thought about the "actual" background of Lettie Hempstock and her family and it gave me headache, haha. Too "fantasy" for my liking, I think.