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A review by unboundmelissa
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury
5.0
I don’t have words to describe this book. It’s exactly the feeling of nostalgia, brought to life with such vivid descriptions as to transport you directly to Green Town Illinois, 1928. It’s a craving to go back to the simple pleasures of childhood, of days gone by, longed for and barely glimpsed. A life seen in memories of faded, sepia toned photographs. It was beautiful. Magical. At times truly terrifying. Sad. Funny. Heartbreaking… because it’s over.
Its happiness. Life and death. Lived in someone else’s memories, of a time and place never seen but nonetheless experienced. I’m so enchanted. And left … wistful. Bereft. In desperate need of a better thesaurus.
Someone with far superior words than I, will and has described it better than I could possibly hope to. I just, so so so recommend this book.
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“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
~pg ix. Just This Side of Byzantium
An Introduction
“Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights?”
~pg 54
Pg 184 William Forrester and Helen Loomis…
***sighhhhh***
Pg 209 Lavinia Nebbs almost dying… The Lonely One
Its happiness. Life and death. Lived in someone else’s memories, of a time and place never seen but nonetheless experienced. I’m so enchanted. And left … wistful. Bereft. In desperate need of a better thesaurus.
Someone with far superior words than I, will and has described it better than I could possibly hope to. I just, so so so recommend this book.
———————————————————————
“Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don’t they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.”
~pg ix. Just This Side of Byzantium
An Introduction
“Was there, then, no strength in growing up? No solace in being an adult? No sanctuary in life? No fleshly citadel strong enough to withstand the scrabbling assault of midnights?”
~pg 54
Pg 184 William Forrester and Helen Loomis…
***sighhhhh***
Pg 209 Lavinia Nebbs almost dying… The Lonely One