I read my first Ray Bradbury story when I was my middle child’s age. At ten I was already past the short chapter books by a grade or two. I pushed for more, wanted different, more complex worlds to read about. I picked up a tattered copy of The October Country at a garage sale and dove in. I can still remember the first part of the first story in it I read because, and it still affects me today, it was so beautifully descriptive and sparse, even at 10 I knew the writing was special.
Over the years I’ve probably read The Martian Chronicles, Fahrenheit 451 and Something Wicked This Way Comes dozens upon dozens of times. Ray Bradbury’s voice, his writing is special. Few can touch what he’s done over his life’s work.
This reminds me that I haven’t introduced my children to Bradbury yet and I must remedy this. I think a family read of Something Wicked This Way Comes is a great summer project.
Thank you, Mr. Bradbury for enriching my life and forever changing it with your words and your imagination. You will be missed.