The ocean at the end of the lane

THE NATIONAL BOOK AWARD 'BOOK OF THE YEAR'AN ACCLAIMED WEST END THEATRE PRODUCTION *****'Neil Gaiman's entire body of work is a feat of elegant sorcery. He writes with such assurance and originality that the reader has no choice but to surrender to a waking dream' ARMISTEAD MAUPIN'Some books just swallow you up, heart and soul' JOANNE HARRIS'Summons both the powerlessness and wonder of childhood, and the complicated landscape of memory and forgetting' GUARDIAN---'My favourite response to this book is when people say, 'My childhood was nothing like that - and it was as if I was reading about me' NEIL GAIMAN---This is what he remembers, as he sits by the ocean at the end of the lane:A dead man on the back seat of the car, and warm milk at the farmhouse.
An ancient little girl, and an old woman who saw the moon being made. A beautiful housekeeper with a monstrous smile. And dark forces woken that were best left undisturbed. They are memories hard to believe, waiting at the edges of things. The recollections of a man who thought he was lost but is now, perhaps, remembering a time when he was saved .