Yesterday I only meant to read a chapter or two of Ocean at the End of the Lane….and ended up being swallowed whole by this marvelous novel and reading it in one night. To steal from Stephen Chbosky, I felt infinite while reading this novel. The writing is lovely, light, and at the same time so deep, it pulled me into its depth. Ocean is a novel about an incident in a seven-year-old-boy’s life, but it is also about so much more: the nature of childhood and adulthood, the nature of friendship, of belonging and not belonging in this world. I wanted to find a quote from the book to put here, to illustrate the marvelous writing. But truly, this book is a work of art. I couldn’t choose a single quote. There are too many beautiful, haunting moments. I have been taking a break from reading fiction for a bit, but I’m glad I came back to it. Ocean was the perfect book to remind me why I love reading fantasy, and fiction in general, and how wonderful and thrilling it can be to escape to a different world for just a short while. This book is really something special–I realize that most of my reviews are positive, but I hope I’ve conveyed in this short review the sense of wonder I felt while reading this novel. It reminded me of what it feels like to be a child, and reminded me that while many years have past–a part of me really is still just a seven year old, slightly scared of the dark.