Ooooo creepy. Wonderful and creepy. It's amazing how quicky Gaiman can pull you into a story, fully submerge you, giving you a view in every direction.
It's a short book, but when I finished it, I felt like I had been holding my breath the whole time and would pass out if it were any longer. He leaves details out that anyone else would have included, almost as if guiding my focus away from them. But the women in this story, the three Hempstock women (2 women and a girl, I suppose, although the definitions of age are confused), are captivating. I'd love to read of them again. But under better circumstances, perhaps. When I can breathe.