There are very few contemporary authors out there that have such a diverse fan base. Neil Gaiman is one of those blessed people who have fans young and old. Truth. . . I hadn't read him until last week. He is one of those guys that is liked on principle. I've long admired him but never read him. Today I type as a fan. I read, I turned pages and I fell in love with his characters. I am no longer just a fan on principle.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a fairy tale/ghost story. To tell you the truth I really wanted more. I wanted to dive further into the lives of several of his characters. The Hempstock women were older than time itself and charmed the hell out of me. They were not the focal point but they were mesmerizing. I don't know if they were witches or elders who have been around since the creation of the universe. I couldn't tell and I didn't care. He could easily write an entire book about them alone and I would buy it in a heart beat. As much as I did enjoy it, I felt a little empty when I was done. Something felt incomplete and I'm certain it was because it was so short. It was good enough to make me want to visit some of his other works, the question is: which one of his books do I go too?
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