Well said.

“Books were safer than
other people anyway.”

―Neil Gaiman 

Quote of the Week

Other people have not been my favorite lately. At the risk of sounding like a curmudgeon, I’ve been shaking my fist and yelling at folks to get off my lawn for weeks.

I’ll return to my sunshiney self shortly. But in the meantime, I’ve been reading. A lot. Warm and fuzzy, closed door rom-coms filled with joy. It’s helping.

While I hide from the world in my safe little romances, have you read The Ocean at the End of the Lane? This might have been the first Neil Gaiman book I read. Oh, how I loved it!

Here’s the blurb:

A middle-aged man returns to his childhood home to attend a funeral. Although the house he lived in is long gone, he is drawn to the farm at the end of the road, where, when he was seven, he encountered a most remarkable girl, Lettie Hempstock, and her mother and grandmother. He hasn't thought of Lettie in decades, and yet as he sits by the pond (a pond that she'd claimed was an ocean) behind the ramshackle old farmhouse, the unremembered past comes flooding back. And it is a past too strange, too frightening, too dangerous to have happened to anyone, let alone a small boy.

A groundbreaking work as delicate as a butterfly's wing and as menacing as a knife in the dark, The Ocean at the End of the Lane is told with a rare understanding of all that makes us human, and shows the power of stories to reveal and shelter us from the darkness inside and out.

What’s your favorite Neil Gaiman book?