I should probably let a few days pass before I write this review. But it feels like I should do justice to the book and do it now.
My heart is gone. It hasn’t been broken; it has been turned to dust. Beauty has that kind of power. So do certain kinds of sadness. And, God, does this book have every kind of beauty and sadness there is in this world.
The monster showed up after midnight. As they do.
But it isn’t the monster Conor’s been expecting. He’s been expecting the one from his nightmare, the one he’s had nearly every night since his mother started her treatments, the one with the darkness and the wind and the screaming…
This monster is something different, though. Something ancient, something wild. And it wants the most dangerous thing of all from Conor.
It began for our narrator forty years ago when the family lodger stole their car and committed suicide in it, stirring up ancient powers best left undisturbed. Dark creatures from beyond the world are on the loose, and it will take everything our narrator has just to stay alive. There is primal horror here, and menace unleashed – within his family and from the forces that have gathered to destroy it.
His only defense is three women, on a farm at the end of the lane. The youngest of them claims that her duckpond is an ocean. The oldest can remember the Big Bang.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a fable that reshapes modern fantasy: moving, terrifying and elegiac – as pure as a dream, as delicate as a butterfly’s wing, as dangerous as a knife in the dark.
This is the kind of book anyone who was deeply affected by their childhood’s memories will understand. I don’t believe it’s easy or straightforward. It is a fantasy book, yes, but also a strange sort of memoir. The main character is trying to remember his childhood and some of the most important moments of his life. What we are left with is his perspective of what happened in those moments. I said ‘his perspective’ because, after all, “Different people remember things differently, and you’ll not get any two people to remember anything the same, whether they were there or not.”
We are a couple of humans and we are here to help you decide what to read, watch or play next. You can call me Fae. And you can call me Chaos.
Books will be our main focus since we both like to devour those paper-made things. Seriously?
Hush, I’m trying to be creative here. Okay, so, if you’re interested in fiction, fantasy, sci-fi and adventure books, you’re in the right place. But she reads all kinds of stuff so if you’re not a fan of any of those genres, you might be on the right place anyway.
Yeah, he’s right. You can even expect a review of a poetry book or a memoir. Just be ready for some honesty. Now, about games, please.
Right. Like I read all kinds of books, Chaos plays all kinds of games. And trust me when I say that even if you’re not a big fan of games… You’ll at least be given the chance to find the right game for you.