Dandelion Wine

I am re-reading Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine. It is about summer, and life, and death. Therefore, summer is the time to read it. The fireflies aren't quite out yet (firefly season is the ideal ideal time to read it), but I am going slowly, to make it last. Sometimes I read passages out loud to my cat, who has a tin ear for prose...though a great ear for mice.

All this is to say, I am reading Dandelion Wine. I suggest you do the same. I don't ask that you love it, or even like it. But it you can't appreciate it, then you are cordially invited to fvck yourself in the ear twice and die in a fire.

That is all.

Happy reading.