When a middle age man returns to his hometown in Sussex, England for a funeral, he goes to the farm at the end of the road, and begins to remember a girl name Lettie Hempstock, he met when he was seven.
Once he reaches this farm house, he remembers things from his past that maybe someone shouldn’t remember. Memories that show that everything isn’t what it seems.
Let’s jump right into this. . . .
This book was creepy and that was really the only thing that kept me reading the book. But don’t think that as a bad thing. It means that the author did his job to keep me to the end.
The entire plot of witches, and evil beings was well defined. It wasn’t too complicated but it still produced original characters. What I really loved about this book was the fact that the author was not blunt. He didn’t dumb down his writing at all. I knew what he was saying, he didn’t need to say oh she’s a witch. Gaiman wrote for intelligent readers.
There was no romance, (THANK YOU!) No one being spiteful, there pure supernatural mess. The story was slow. There was too much down time as a paranormal novel. It wasn’t as if origins was explained. It was just serious down time.
The main character lacked character. He was a simple child that was comfortable reading books and petting his cat but got caught in the wrong thing.
Overall, I really enjoyed this book and the creep factor of it was a wonderful surprised. It made the book a quick read and even though it had a lot of down time, the creepiness kept it going. It has been a long time since I’ve read a Neil Gaiman book.