Adults follow paths. Children explore. Adults are content to walk the same way, hundreds of times, or thousands; perhaps it never occurs to adults to step off the paths, to creep beneath rhododendrons, to find the spaces between fences.
Memories are a funny thing. They can be erased. They can be changed. They can fade. Or, they can remain with you, close to the front of your mind at all times. But are they reliable? No two people remember things the same way. If an event happens to you at one point of your life, you’d remember it completely differently than at another point of life. And, memories are fantastically biased. Yet, they are the building blocks of everything, in a way.
The Ocean at the End of the Lane was absolutely beatiful. Gaiman captured the essence of childhood, of memories, of growing up fantastically. It makes you think of the differences between children and adults, of how children think and feel. Recently, I had been feeling so far away from that, and it was nice to sink back into the beautifully written words of a child character. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be a kid, but this reminded me a bit of something I hadn’t thought of in a long time.
I can remember now how much I loved bread, butter, and sprinkles. You read that right. Toasted? Nah. The more butter, the better. And doused in rainbow sprinkles, please. For some reason, when my mom made it, it tasted so much better. I’m sure she thought I was mildly insane for loving that snack so much, but I did. (I couldn’t bring myself to make BB&S for my photo, so I comprimised with a bagel, cream cheese, and fruit…close enough).
You don’t think about the rules that the world places on you when you’re a kid. If you want bread, butter and sprinkes for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, you do it. Because that’s what makes you happy, and that’s what you want. Who cares if it’s weird, or unexpected (or completely void of nutrition).
This book makes you think. It makes you remember that being a child was like living in a completely different world. Ponds were oceans. Magic existed. The world wasn’t so structured, with so many rules.
This book is relatively short, and is definitely geared towards adults. You have to step out of your “adult” mind to appreciate it. I highly recommend it! I read it on Scribd, but loved it so much I bought my own copy.