Much to thank bibliogoth
, I reckon. Last month, it was the rediscovery of my home country, Venezuela, or at least a mythical Venezuela of the past, in Isabel Allende's 'Eva Luna'. This time the 'set book' if you can call it that, is 'The Ocean at the End of the Lane' by Neil Gaiman. A book that I probably would have told myself 'looks interesting, put it on the list for later' and never actually read. Lovely fantasy world folded into a normal English boy's childhood environment, without it being twee or sugary -a little Lovecraftian at times, if anything. I'm only half way through but it doesn't look like it might disappoint me at the end (although it might, you never know, of course). So far, so good. It's a child's adventure from the retrospective eyes of the adult the child will turn into -could have failed in so many ways but it works for me. Feels like it would be a book for a younger audience but there are many levels that I feel would need an adult (one who retains the child they once were) to decode.
I will have to pay more attention to Neil Gaiman, it would seem.