Currently reading Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury. At first, the books almost complete lack of a plot, combined with the fact that every paragraph is absolutely DRIPPING with overwrought nostalgia made me feel a little put-out. But 14 chapters in, Bradburys exquisite use of color, rhythm, and his ability to completely NAIL even the slightest observations about summer and growing up have me hooked. Suddenly, I find myself listening to the music of lawn mowers.
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 04:17:29 +0000
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