Review by Rowan Randol
Do you remember what it feels like to be a child, able to believe in the possibility of magic? This book transported me back to, once again, believing in the delightful world of make believe … or is it?
The story starts off with a death and a funeral, in which the now grown, unnamed man and our narrator, takes a seemingly aimless drive to “kill Time”. He finds himself at the house of a childhood friend named Lettie Hempstock and begins to reflect on his adventures with her and her pond at the end of the lane.
This is where Gaiman begins to masterfully weave magical elements into reality so brilliantly that one wonders if maybe, just maybe, it is possible. Read more »