I remember her finding a dusty, worn copy of the book in her closet. This would have given me less than a week to read this book-a week that was full of final exams and projects.
I remember asking her if I could borrow a copy and promising her that I would return it before the impending last day of school before summer vacation. My dismay over only being able to read the first few pages about a happiness machine gone wrong must have touched this wonderful teacher. I will forever be indebted to my English teacher for that school copy that got “lost” right before the summer of 1998 (exactly 70 years after the novel is set). From that first assigned excerpt, I fell in love with Ray Bradbury’s Dandelion Wine. I feel privileged that I found it so young. It can be a best friend moving away, a human time machine who can transport you back to the Civil War, or a sideshow automaton able to glimpse the bittersweet future.Ĭome and savor Ray Bradbury's priceless distillation of all that is eternal about boyhood and summer.Freshman year of high school I found my favorite book. But as young Douglas is about to discover, summer can be more than the repetition of established rituals whose mystical power holds time at bay. It is yesteryear and tomorrow blended into an unforgettable always. It is a pair of brand-new tennis shoes, the first harvest of dandelions for Grandfather's renowned intoxicant, the distant clang of the trolley's bell on a hazy afternoon. Twelve-year-old Douglas Spaulding knows Green Town, Illinois, is as vast and deep as the whole wide world that lies beyond the city limits. Dandelion Wine stands out in the Bradbury literary canon as the author's most deeply personal work, a semi-autobiographical recollection of a magical small-town summer in 1928. Ray Bradbury's moving recollection of a vanished golden era remains one of his most enchanting novels.
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