Wasn't too impressed with this one. The main character was 7 years old through most of the book, but the language used, reading vocabulary, and overall life experience was well advanced for that age. I kept thinking, this isn't a seven year old's perception. Then, it would revert back to a small child's view of happenings. I almost quit on this one, but struggled through.
The day of his father's funeral, a man starts driving randomly between the end of the funeral and start of the post-funeral reception at his sister's house. He winds up in the neighborhood they lived in as kids, and specifically he winds up not where they house they lived in was, at the top of the lane, but at the end of the lane.
At the old farmhouse where Letty Hempstock lived.
And he starts remembering long-buried events of his childhood. That Letty always said that the quiet little pond near her house was in fact an ocean is the least surprising of those memories.
This is an utterly charming little story, terrifying in all the right places. The Hempstocks are a remarkable family, but the narrator, while young, naive, and lacking in sold knowledge of the fantastic, proves to have a strength of character unsuspected even by himself.
A very rewarding, quiet read. Recommended.
It's so wonderful that this book is read by the author. He is such a an amazing writer. I get lost in his stories. I loved this one very much.
I finished the book but never really understood it's purpose. That still remains my thought. It was intriguing at points; so not a complete failure. But there was never really a pay-off of any kind. In the end I just didn't really understand why I invested the time.