The Ocean at the End of the Lane

This book felt like childhood in the greatest and most terrible ways. Equal parts whimsical and visceral, it's packed with so many moments and descriptions that are so well drawn they feel like they're plucked from your own memory, whether you've lived them or not. It captures all the bigness and smallness of what it feels like to be a kid, in this magnificent melting pot of innocence, resilience, wonder and fear. This was really something special and despite not being a rereader I have a feeling I'll be returning to this one.
“I do not miss childhood, but I miss the way I took pleasure in small things, even as greater things crumbled. I could not control the world I was in, could not walk away from things or people or moments that hurt, but I took joy in the things that made me happy.”