I just finished thoroughly enjoying listening to Neil Gaiman read “The Ocean at the End of the Lane” to me. Â Of note, whenever I get a Neil Gaiman book, I actually choose to have him read it to me.Â Â His voice and lyrical writing are so lovely, I just want to drown in them. Â I then convince myself to listen and walk the dog, to listen and weed, to listen and fold laundry…. In other words, having Neil Gaiman read you a story makes pleasant chores fabulous.
The Ocean at the end of the Lane is what I call a small/big story.Â Â That is, the actual story is simple and spans a short time in a young boy’s life.Â Â It’s lyrical, a bit frightening, and touched with magic (as are all things that Neil writes about).Â Â It’s also far more transcendent than it pretends to be – there’s no real ego or pretentiousness in the book or the story, yet it contains a layer of pretty deep talk about the nature of the world.
If you haven’t gotten it it yet, do.Â Â And if you have any love at all for audio books, choose that format.