The Ocean at The End of the Lane isn't quite like any other Neil Gaiman book I've read, and I've read them all.
It's spooky, but not about the dead, like The Graveyard Book. It occasionally fills you with existential dread, like American Gods, but on a much smaller, homelier scale. And it puts you in mind of secret worlds, but much earthier ones than Neverwhere.
Also there's a lot more in the way of baked goods.
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