
There’s nothing wrong with that, of course. This is the book that made me realize perhaps Neil Gaiman has a thing for writing stories about extremely powerful god-like entities, eldritch monsters, and kids having really fucked-up shit happen to them. I realize that, this being a Neil Gaiman story, this description does not really narrow down what the book is about. It has to do with the protagonist whose name I have completely forgotten, a forty-something year old man having an extended flashback to an incident when he was seven where he accidentally ended up becoming embroiled in some transdimensional monster fuckery and getting affiliated with a family of women with god-like powers who are also implied to be extradimensional. By which I’m trying to say, going into this book I had absolutely no idea what would happen in this book. This book was one of the two that weren’t on hold, so I got it. So to be perfectly honest, I picked this book up because, as I have previously mentioned, I am using my library’s online ebook lending service, and I thought I’d try reading some Neil Gaiman because I have faith that he’s a good writer. Dude, Stop Stick Fight: The Gameīooks The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman (2013) Movies: North by Northwest, Bringing Up Baby, Casablanca, Sunset Boulevard
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I watched and read a ton of stuff this month, so this is going to be a long one.īooks: The Ocean at the End of the Lane, This Body’s Not Big Enough For Both Of Us, Proposal, Remembrance, A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Reptile Room, The Maltese Falcon, Goldfish, Hope Never Dies, Only To Sleep: A Philip Marlowe Novel He was surprised to see his wife sitting outside the old but washing the clothes in her old leaking tub.Fuck, shit. This time the fish didn’t speak but disappeared at once into the sea. The fisherman went to the fish and told her about the wish of his wife. She wanted all men, animals, birds and fish to serve her as slaves. She liked to be a queen to rule over all lands and seas. She demanded a marble palace, silken dresses and jewels. The wife was not satisfied and pressed him to ask for a new house. The fisherman was happy to find his wife washing her clothes in a new water-tub. The fisherman went to the sea and told the fish about the wish of his wife.

His wife called him a fool and pressed him to demand a new tub as the old tub leaked.

He returned home empty-handed and told the whole story to his wife. If he needed anything he could come and call her. She promised to compensate him handsomely. To his surprise, the fish could speak and pleaded with him to free her. One day, as usual, he cast his net into the sea. Once a poor fisherman lived with his wife in a hut.
