I pre-ordered The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman from Amazon.com a loooong time ago.
When the book came out it seemed the whole social media (well, mine at least) bursted with news and reviews and reader comments. Every place I looked, there was something about Neil and about the book.
But I waited my copy...
I hid under the virtual table, my virtual fingers in my virtual ears, trying to avoid everything even remotely spoilery. I became anti-social hermit against my will.
And then, it arrived...
...and I devoured it.
Now, I didn't read it in one sitting (as a father of three boys I really don't have sittings long enough to do that) but instead in several short ones (at the dinner table, on the living room sofa or on the floor), one standing next to the playground and several cookings (one dinner and two breakfasts).
I loved the book. It's beautiful and expertly crafted like a delicate piece of jewellery, or (as I referred in my facebook-page) a dessert, perfect in shape, size and taste. Well done, Mr. Gaiman. Well done indeed.