I thought I disliked magical realism, but I was so wrong. This is my first Gaiman, and it blew me away. He has an uncanny ability to capture and communicate the things children think and feel, and I was whizzed back to my own childhood more than once. I got caught up in the story and felt actual suspense to the point that I had to stop myself from skimming quickly through the text because I was anxious to know what would happen next. This was worth staying up late to read when the house was quiet. Who needs sleep? I’m going to read more of Gaiman in the days ahead.