The story is unique and mysterious, I had no ideas what was coming next and I enjoyed that immensely. Neil Gaiman's voice is appealing and adds so much depth and character to the story. I cannot recommend this book enough.
Simply lovely that the Neil Gaiman narrated it himself, added too the depth and innocence of the story. I couldn't stop listening and stayed up listening to it for way too late of nights.
Everything, I loved this story. It made me feel all of the wonder and terror of life again that only children can feel.
I compare it to listening to the The Shack, I was so moved and inspired. Both made me think about the the books long after I finished them.
When I need an escape and cannot openly read a book, I whip out my headphones and press play on my Audible app.
I would rather forget I read this book altogether. There were so many holes in story that the author never fleshed out. The end of the book was NOT rewarding at all which added to my frustration.
I would not have made this a novel but kept it a short story.
I'm not sure.
No I cannot see this as a movie or TV series.
If you really want to read it, check it out at your local library, avoid spending money on this loosely fitted together story and narrative.
While I started reading Neil Gaiman's work with American Gods, and have only read two others since, this read will go down as a benchmark for me. A little scary (I'm still looking over my shoulder), a little revolting (in the best way), and a little sad, this book is another fantastic story told by one of the greats. Gaiman was born to write and read his own books aloud. I got so much out of his inflections and tone. You will enjoy this tale!
A good story is something that makes life feel... enriched by having experienced it.
Neil Gaiman enchanted me with The Graveyard Book and I freely admit that. I think that authors, like other aspects of life, are held to a different standard when they are no longer experimental selections. If we 'take a chance' and fall completely into a story, we expect the author to do it over and over again. So, I honestly do feel a bit guilty with my review. While Gaiman swept me off my feet with my experimental delve into his words, this one kept me listening... but my feet remained steadfastly planted on the ground.
Gaiman has a way with making something completely "out there" and making me think "Yeah, it could happen." I may know it can't, but that doesn't keep me from believing it while he reads. Perhaps the best thing I enjoy about Gaiman are his characters, often quirky and you either love them or really, really don't.
Gaiman is a good narrator and, as the author, he does his stories justice. His voice is soothing, so he can make a day of cleaning or whatever sundry activity go by with relative ease.
Old Bear likes the honey
The book had me in tears. Not because it is particularly sad. It is nostalgic. It made me remember my childhood and the magic of life as a child. To me, there was nothing more imporatant than my life when I was a child. Gaiman is such an expert author and he deserves his fame.
I don't know that I can do this. No other book captures childhood so vividly for me.
Neil Gaiman has a wonderful voice and he reads his own work so well. I can't imagine someone else could capture his work better than he can.
I can't rename another author's work. It is Gaiman's to nama and the title fits well.
This book is fantasticly written and well read. When an author has a voice like Gaiman's (which I liken to a less dramatic Alan Rickman) it is a real treat to hear them read the work they've made. The accents are placed as they should be. The minor changes from text to speech are done on purpose and hint to the intended mood. I cannot say enough positive things about this work. If you're like me and read along to the narration you are in for a treat. This might be my favorite Gaiman work. He is a master and I will continue to read everything he releases!
Both elaborate and beautifully simple, the ocean at the end of the lane managed to provide much needed refreshment from the overly dark and "edgy" storytelling of today, while still leaving me thinking about it for weeks afterwards.
I purchased this book out of curiosity late one night, having thoroughly enjoyed good omens but never reading anything else by Neil Gaiman. My initial plan was to listen to it when I next found myself in a car for an extended period of time, but I decided to give it a 15 minute test to see if it was something I would be interested in. I put on my headphones, and the world around me disappeared until I heard the words "thank you for listening" and noticed the red 4:00 AM glaring from my nightstand.
Addressing a common concern, some people will tell you that ocean at the end of the lane feels more like a children's book than a novel, making the experience unenjoyable to a mature reader. While the book is certainly written in a simplistic style, I would draw a comparison to the book bridge to terabithia. The ocean at the end of the lane has an appeal similar to a more mature version of bridge to terabithia, while bridge to terabithia was both an exciting yet sad tale to younger audiences and a beautiful tragedy to mature audiences, the ocean at the end of the lane holds appeal to the mature reader, and the readers memories of childhood just waiting to escape and explore.
When looking for a way to describe the ocean at the end of the lane, a wonderful comparison is conveniently provided by its title. Listening to the book, I didn't feel like I was on the roller coaster of an a action novel,or exploring the rich world of a fantasy novel. It was sensation neither clean nor grungy, neither bright nor dark. I was submerged into an endless ocean, filled with strange things that I didn't understand, and didn't have to understand, because they weren't made to be presented to me, they were simply made to be. I felt as I was at an incredible depth, yet the sea still continued downwards, it secrets at once wondrous and terrifying. I ignored the trenches and abysses, studying each fleeting thing that was given to me with no true understanding of the ocean as a whole. In short, I felt like a kid, experienced a new world with the wonder and acceptance only my younger eyes could have managed.
The book is told from the point of view of a ~45 year old man, recalling the experiences of his 7 year old self. A suicide, an immortal family, and a malevolent spirit-like creature provide the structure for the boys tale of discovery. The character may be a simple one, especially compared to the backdrop, but I think its safe to say I was far more a part of this character than I have ever been a part of a character before. The unjaded eyes allow you to feel terror at childhood fears like being locked in the attic, but doesn't leave you undefended, allowing you to re experience the safety of resting by the hearth with a home cooked meal. Your attention, wonder, and terror are inevitably drawn to the boys ever changing focus, and it feels strangely right to be more entranced by a kitten purring on your pillow than the impossible world of magic around you, while being more deeply disturbed by a break in your constructs and routines of the way things should go then by the monster itself.
While pulling you back to your younger self, the ocean at the end of the lane doesn't take everything. While you may experience the story through young eyes it doesn't end their, being passed to your more experienced ability to ponder the abstract, churning away in the background. It rarely interferes with the story, but the second you set the book down (or your headphones) its workings slam into the forefront of you're mind, mixing your new wonder with some surprisingly deep themes and undercurrents, creating a mass of sensation and synthesis you can explore and combine for weeks after reading.
The ocean at the end of the lane provides complexity and depth in way I can only think to describe as free form. Rather than the token overly horrifying "See, look at this choice here, everything about its dark, that means its edgy and meaningful." we are seeing more and more in writing that attempts to convey a deeper meaning (Not that there's anything wrong with this when its done well, a la spec ops the line, but it often attempts to be far more serious than it actually is and comes off as a horrible attempt to be edgy, a la every cringeworthy brooding teen story), Neil Gaiman presents you with a world where any aspect seems worthy of pondering, and any elements or themes strongly implied, such as the boys conflicting feelings of inferiority compared to adults yet fear at becoming one, are used to tie the book together and generally presented organically.