In this story, there is a serial killer, and Bradbury is a master of suspense. He makes your heart pound a little harder and the hair on the back of your neck stand up. I read the Lonely One chapter late at night with my husband out of town and was so creeped out, I had to sleep with the phone and a knife under my pillow. I laugh about it now, but the writing and building of suspense in that chapter is all too real.
When I think of this novel, I will remember the rows of dandelion wine, Mr. Jonas' kindness and care, Great-grandma up on the roof nailing shingles because she loves to, the mysteries of the ravine, and Grandma cooking well in her helter-skelter kitchen and being unable to create her amazing dishes any other way. I will think about what makes us who we are - the fear of growing old - of death, but also the joy of life and feeling truly alive.
Thanks, Bradbury for sending this one out into the world - it is a masterpiece.
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