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 I want to get this out of the way first, because it literally PAINS me to write this: 
 The Ocean at the End of the Lane 
 was my least favourite Neil Gaiman book. It wasn't a lack of an absolutely mesmerizing narrative, Gaiman never fails to deliver on that front-I just couldn't connect with the story line, as much as my heart yearned to. 
 A nameless man has returned to his childhood hometown, and finds himself drawn to a specific, and inevitably nostalgic, spot: a pond by the farm house at the end of the lane-a spot that, upon reflection, opens a floodgate of emotional memories. As we enter his childhood, we are met with tragedy, and unexplained magic. A man has committed suicide, and the air is fraught with an unnamed evil. Little Lettie Hempstock is the occupant of the house by the pond, and together with her mother, and grandmother, they become the nameless boy's source for information, comfort, and confusingly brilliant adventure. 
 The Ocean at the End of the Lane 
 was a narrative made of dreams, of what can be perceived as a figment of your imagination; of what can actually be unbelievably real. It was a journey into the unreliable realm of childhood-the world seen through the eyes of an imaginative young boy. Unfortunately, I didn't believe it, which led to me not fully enjoying it. I don't have the greatest track record of enjoying such heavily ambiguous story lines, and 
 The Ocean at the End of the Lane 
 was heavy-handed with the literary device. I just wanted to know for 100% certain what was happening-I wanted the main character to be more direct about what he saw, or thought he saw. I felt like this book should have chosen one side and stuck to it: either a book told fully in first-person perspective by the young boy, or one told solely by his adult self. I felt like Gaiman missed the mark with this one, which is a thousand levels of disappointing, because I waited for what felt like A DECADE for this book, and because my heart belongs so completely to Gaiman's other works. 
 Maybe my expectations were too high, as others seemed to have been completely taken with this narrative, but I couldn't find the magic that 
 The Ocean at the End of the Lane 
 was attempting to coat me with, just couldn't love what it was sharing. I would definitely recommend either reading this book first before you check out any of Gaiman's other work, or read it last, so at least you know what this master of paranormal/fantasy/sci-fi fiction is actually capable of. 
 Recommended for fans of: Science Fiction, Contemporary, Paranormal, Fantasy, Contemporary, 
 Coraline 
 & 
 The Graveyeard Book 
 by Neil Gaiman.