More Stories...

I've read a few more stories from "The Vintage Bradbury" and am still in awe.

First I read "The Illustrated Man" which was nothing like what I expected it to be. I found myself shaking the book in some parts because it was not telling me what was going on and I wanted to know dang it! When I did finish it I was again sitting there with a rather quizzical look on my face until I decided I didn't need to know, set the book back on the stack of books on my dresser, turned out the light and went to sleep.

Next it was "There Will Come Soft Rains". Reminded me of Fahrenheit 451. Except it was an Armageddon, end of the world type thing. Definitely makes you think.

Then it was "Fever Dream". This one was definitely strange. Left me even more confused but after I read the ending a few more times it made sense and was just eerie then.

I still am amazed at how well Bradbury writes. I was a little inspired myself and wrote a little last night. I don't know if/think its any good but I was still inspired.

Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

I went to the library with my Mommy on Tuesday and while we were walking through she saw that there was a new book out by Ray Bradbury that was a sequel to "Dandelion Wine". The only Bradbury book I had ever read was "Fahrenheit 451" and I loved it so she recommended I read "Dandelion Wine". We found a collection of his stories and after I finished "Dandelion Wine" I was very... confuddled. I know thats not a "real" word but its the best I can come up with to describe what I was thinking when I was done.
Bradbury is an exceptional author as anyone who had read anything by him knows. The incite he has into his characters no matter what age or gender or background they are is amazing and his use of language makes me wonder how anyone can come up with this stuff.
Here are a few passages from "Dandelion Wine" that made me stop and marvel at all that is Ray Bradbury:

"Douglas shut his eyes and saw two idiot suns dancing on the reverse side of the pinkly translucent lids." (pg 218).

"Doug did not ask the others. Already the trains were chanting and he saw their faces drifting off on back observation platforms, or pressed to windows. One by one they slid away. And then the empty track and the summer sky and himself on another train run in another direction." (pg 213).

To convey emotions and tiny occurrences like that is astounding. There aren't any words to describe the way Ray Bradbury uses his.