Think of it, think of it! Twelve years old and only now! Now discovering this rare timepiece, this clock goldbright and guaranteed to run threescore and ten, left under a tree and found while wrestling. He yelled it loud but silent, a dozen times.
I never knew it before, or if I did I don't remember. This realization changes the way he perceives everything around him. Doug discovers more than grapes during this excursion - he discovers he is alive. The story is set in the summer of 1928 in Green Town, Illinois and begins with 12 year old Douglas Spaulding on a grape hunting venture with his younger brother Tom and their father. He shares a little of his writing process and how the characters, locations and events are a somewhat biographical reflection of the memories of his boyhood. Bradbury's prologue was just as an enjoyable read as the rest of the book. I am genuinely happy I found the time to read this profound tale. I found this book at my local used bookstore for a quarter and my voice said "well, great chance to check him out". I have to admit, I have never read anything by Ray Bradbury as I am not a huge sci-fi fan. Based upon Bradbury's own experiences growing up in Waukegan in the 1920s, 'Dandelion Wine' is a heady mixture of fond memory, forgiveness, magic, the imagination and above all, of summers that seemed to go on forever. Distilling his experiences into "Rites & Ceremonies" and "Discoveries & Revelations", the young Spaulding wistfully ponders over magical tennis shoes, and machines for every purpose from time travel to happiness and silent travel. 'Dandelion Wine' is a quirky, breathtaking coming-of-age story from one of science fiction's greatest writers. Everyone up.'" In the backwaters of Illinois, Douglas Spaulding's grandfather makes an intoxicating brew from harvested dandelions. A sprinkle of windows came suddenly alight miles off in dawn country. Yellow squares were cut in the dim morning earth as house lights winked slowly on. He exhaled again and again and the stars began to vanish. The street lights, like candles on a black cake, went out.
"He stood at the open window in the dark, took a deep breath and exhaled.
Īn endearing classic of childhood memories of an idyllic midwestern summer from the celebrated author of 'Farenheit 451'. Yellow squares were cut in the dim morning earth as house lights winked. An endearing classic of childhood memories of an idyllic midwestern summer from the celebrated author of 'Farenheit 451'.
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