An Excerpt from The Ocean at the End of the Lane: Chapters 1 - 3

by Neil Gaiman

I lay on the bed and lost myself in the stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyway.

I was content. I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.

“Am so sorry it was not like I meant to and hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me for I cannot forgive myself.”