If you were moved by the boy narrator being shielded by Lettie, Ginnie, and Old Mrs. Hempstock from Ursula Monkton and the ravenous hunger birds, you’ll love how Bod is raised by ghosts, a vampire guardian, and a witch in The Graveyard Book. Like the ocean-in-a-bucket that only a trusting child can enter, Bod’s world is full of quietly terrifying magic right beside the ordinary, and he must face the man Jack and other creeping threats with the same brave, bittersweet courage.

If the Hempstocks’ effortless wonders—snipping pieces off the moon, pouring an ocean from a farm pond, calling down the hunger birds—enchanted you, Little, Big offers that same numinous, undefined enchantment. At Edgewood, the Fair Folk’s design touches generations in ways no one fully understands, much like how Lettie’s "ocean" means more than any rule-bound spell ever could.

If the unnamed narrator returning to the Hempstock farm to re-thread his hazy memories—of the opal miner’s suicide, Ursula Monkton’s smiling menace, and a night chased by hunger birds—stuck with you, Boy’s Life will resonate. Cory looks back on the year everything changed in Zephyr, where monsters might be real and magic might simply be how a child understands the world—told with the same intimate, memory-soaked immediacy.

If you loved how the narrator’s recollections slip and sting—how the ocean can wash things away, how remembering Lettie hurts—The Buried Giant crafts a similar spell. Axl and Beatrice journey through a mist that erases memory, crossing paths with ogres and Sir Gawain; like facing Ursula Monkton’s true nature, the truth here is elusive and haunting, half fairytale and half the ache of forgetting.

If the close-knit world of the lane—the farmhouse, the pond that is an ocean, the tight circle around the Hempstocks—drew you in, The Snow Child offers that same intimate focus. In the Alaska wilderness, Mabel and Jack meet Faina, a mysterious girl who arrives with the snow and may not be entirely human, changing their lives with quiet, delicate enchantment much like Lettie’s subtle miracles.