literary lunchtime wisdom
From page 112 of Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane:
I’m going to tell you something important. Grown-ups don’t don’t look like grown-ups on the inside either. Outside, they’re big and thoughtless and they always know what they’re doing. Inside, they look just like they always have. Like they did when they were your age. The truth is, there aren’t any grown-ups. Not one, in the whole wide world.
I finished this book up over my lunchbreak today. I can’t recommend it highly enough, mostly because it let me escape for a while, exactly when I needed to escape for a little while. It’s good Neil – all the nice little fantastic and droll little hallmarks I expect from him. Also, it’s just as long as it needs to be, and no longer (so Elizabeth might find it an exception to her theory re: Mr. Gaiman).
Also, it’s possible some of the bits about cats made me tear up a little bit.
eh? what’s that? some asinine thing I said somewhere?
I WAS going to jump up and read this book, but the warning about the cats has me thinking twice…
July 1st, 2013 at 5:55 PMyour theory – you once told me that Gaiman was really a short story writer rather than a novelist. This one’s more a novella.
And that cat stuff is mostly sweet.
July 1st, 2013 at 6:47 PM