I like Sundays. Sundays are for sleeping late, a big cup of coffee, CBS Sunday Morning, the farmers market, music, baseball, a cat playing nearby, my husband reading in the chair next to me and a good book. Today’s book was Neil Gaiman’s The Ocean at the End of the Lane. I like Gaiman’s way with words.

“There was still a monster in my house, … The dread had not left my soul. But there was a kitten on my pillow, and it was purring in my face and vibrating gently with every purr, and very soon, I slept.”

To tell you what this book is about would do it an injustice. It’s a story with depth beyond any synopsis I might give. In this book, you look inside the soul of a person, remembering, living. It must be read. I will read it again.

And again.

And again.