So…this sort of died a slow death when school started back up.
The challenge was to read all these books within 2013, and it’s now just over a year since I began it. Whoops. But I still intend on finishing, as it’s good for me to read outside my comfort zone. I just won’t put a time limit on it.
The Actual “Review” (Scare quotes because I was too overcome to actually come up with a cogent review)
“I liked myths. They weren’t adult stories and they weren’t children’s stories. They were better than that. They just were.” -page 53
The Ocean at the End of the Lane just is. Beautifully.
Lush, mythic, gorgeous. Haunting. Memorable.
So, so, incredibly lovely.
It was only a duck pond, out at the back of the farm. It wasn’t very big. Lettie Hempstock said it was an ocean, but I knew that was silly. She said they’d come here from across the ocean from the old country. Her mother said that Lettie didn’t remember properly, and it was a long time ago, and anyway, the old country had sunk. Old Mrs. Hempstock, Lettie’s grandmother, said they were both wrong, and that the place that had sunk wasn’t the really old country. She said she could remember the really old country. She said the really old country had blown up.