Another great read from one of my favorite authors. It’s been several years since Neil Gaiman has written an adult novel. This one, clearly prompted by a trip home for his own father’s funeral, is the story of a Gaiman-esque young man visiting his childhood home. The visit prompts reminiscence of a fantastical experience he had with the family living at the end of his lane when he was a boy. A very dark story, classic Gaiman. It’s also a quick read, so if you haven’t read his stuff before, this is a great one to start with. The prose is just beautiful.