The second fairy-tale inspired book I've read in the last week and another class act. Our nameless narrator hooks from the first line when he attends an un-named funeral and finds himself drawn away from his duties to the house he grew up in as a child and from there to the farm at the end of the lane, where Lettie Hempstock befriended him when they were children and she had an ocean in the duckpond in the garden.
Slowly the events of his seven-year-old self are revealed in a masterfully simple fashion, drawn in with subtle description told entirely by the first person narrator. In so doing Gaiman produces a timeless story, both simple in its telling and beautiful in its complexity.
A tale about friendship, about the shape of the world and the things seen only from the corner of our eyes, it's a story and characters that will come back to you time and time again.
Slowly the events of his seven-year-old self are revealed in a masterfully simple fashion, drawn in with subtle description told entirely by the first person narrator. In so doing Gaiman produces a timeless story, both simple in its telling and beautiful in its complexity.
A tale about friendship, about the shape of the world and the things seen only from the corner of our eyes, it's a story and characters that will come back to you time and time again.