Source: Public Library
I am going to be honest and upfront, I think Gaiman reading almost any story would be entertaining. But his own stories always have a fantastical otherness about them.
Nobody looks like what they really are on the inside. You don’t. I don’t. People are much more complicated than that.
A middle-aged man goes back to his childhood home to find solace. Problem is his home is gone, it was turned into a ritzy new development. So he goes down to the house at the end of the road. Once there he gets flooded with emotions and memories. Like most Gaiman’s work there is a fantasy element to the story but is an underlying truth. As the memories flood in the man remembers himself as a boy. He remembers the Hempstock’s. He remembers his good friend Lettie and their adventures of getting rid of the nanny Ursala Monkton.
At the end of the audiobook Gaiman reads his acknowledgments. It was hard to believe such a great story evolved out of what would have been a short story.