
The Ocean at the End of the Lane is a novella, which is book-code for longer than a short story and smaller than a novel. I'm sure his publisher was like, yes!! People love you so much we can sell it for $25.99. That's the real price and not a joke.
This book is a darkly whimsical look at a childhood memory, its a memory the supernatural forces at play keep repressing. Our protagonist has some freaky neighbors, nice but like Elementals. Beyond witches, elementals. They look like ordinary English country folk. His slutty babysitter looks like an ordinary slutty English babysitter, but she is so much more. Oh, and there are magical kitty-cats! Yes. They don't talk but they are magic for just being awesome. Hey, if I can get mine to not steal my food and refrain from puking on the rug I would consider that magical too. Anyway, this is a good book, read it.
This book is anything if not very British. Any book where the protagonist reminisces about eating a meal with Spotted Dick...well...c'mon. So drink with an Earl Grey Martini. I've had a variation on this drink at a restaurant and it was amazing. Take one teaspoon Earl Grey Tea leaves and let them steep in 1.5 ounces of gin for two hours (yes, you will have to plan ahead), strain and add one ounce of lemon juice and two ounces of simple syrup, add these to a cocktail shaker with ice and shake shake shake. Pour into a sugar rimmed martini glass. (lemon wedge, dip rim in sugar). A cold dismal drizzle British-y day..bring it on.
Color my interest piqued. Great review!
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