The Ocean at the End of the Lane, by Neil Gaiman
It seems like everyone is talking about the new hot Gaiman title, and for once I am too--at the same time instead of a year late! I do love Gaiman, though I am a mid-level fan, not an obsessive one. I've read all his books for years, but I don't buy them the minute they come out or anything, like I would with DWJ.
This is maybe his weirdest story yet, crammed into a small space. It is typical Gaiman, squared--strange and nightmarish, told from a child's point of view but with the later comprehension of an adult remembering the events--all taken up to a power of 2, if you see what I mean.
The narrator is a middle-aged man who comes back to his home village for a family event, but gets distracted into finding where his old house used to be, and then going up the lane to the farmhouse of a friend he vaguely remembers knowing. There he is plunged into reliving the experience he had as a small child, when the world turned inside out and this house was his refuge.
It's a gorgeous nightmare of a book. And really, really strange; it's probably best not to read this as a first Gaiman title. It makes a great scary Halloween read!