Log #3

        Actually, the housekeeper, Ursula Monkton, was from another space. It came to the boy’s life last time he had chased the tornado with Lettie. Afterwards, this thing occupied his families’ minds, including his father, mother, and his little sister. They were all attached and behaved under the thing’s control. Only the boy found something wrong with it. Because of informing behind the scenes, it resorted to every conceivable means to jail the boy and destroy him. Thankfully, his friend, Lettie, lived in Hampstock’s Farm, which is down at the end of the lane, strived her hardest to help him defeat the enemy.

        As a saying goes in ancient China, “One has its own natural enemy.” Although Ursula Monkton was conquered by the hungry birds, which is called by Lettie, the hungry birds weren’t willing to go back to their world after finishing their task. It made the Hampstock’s almost fall apart. The existence of them would lead the whole village in a great danger. Hearing from this awful news, the boy was so exhausted and didn’t want anyone to be hurt, especially Lettie. For him, it was all his fault to drag his family and the Hampstock’s down to the chaos.

        Therefore, the boy decided to leave Lettie’s farm, making Lettie out of this danger. In his mind, it started from him and then should end with him. However, on the way he running out of the farm, Lettie caught up with him. Originally, what the boy had done was to protect Lettie; nevertheless, his rude and careless behavior made Lettie hurt by those hungry birds. Seeing the boy run out of the house and in danger, Lettie rushed out following him and protected him from hungry birds’ fierce assault. Beaten black and blue, Lettie passed away, having gone for good following her ocean. Her death, end this whole disaster, totally.

After reading The Ocean at the End of the Lane, I am a little bit upset for Lettie’s death. How kind and brave this girl was, and she just ended her life in such a young age, 11 years old. In my opinion, for a long time hasn’t gone back to the home town avoided him from recalling this painful experience, the death of Lettie. However, he came back, checking Lettie’s farm was alright and, of course, her ocean, picked his childhood again, and visited his old friend in different way.

The end of the story echoes with the beginning statement, and makes me arouse the throbbing, again: Childhood memories are sometimes covered beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.