flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
And oh, this past weekend when I went to the library they had ‘The Ocean at the End of the Lane’, and it’s WONderful (and also mildly triggery if you have a specific phobia about things going under your skin, but it’s Gaiman, so SOMEthing was bound to be upsetting), and I suppose it might qualify as YA? My library has it filed as sci-fi, although I would have tended to say fantasy, but the upshot is, once again, fuck you, anyone who belittles genre fiction. Your punishment is that you’ll have to miss out on amazing books like this. Also, WHY SO SHORT, book? I don’t want to finish you so quickly, but I can’t stop reading!