I confess — I haven’t read Bradbury in years. But the Martian Chronicles and, of course, Farenheit 451 were mileposts in my growing up as a reader. Lots more besides, but those are the books that rise in memory like pillars along a road that led to the thought that making worlds — and ideas — in words could be such a grand craft.
Thank you, Mr. Bradbury.
(This is the cover from at least one of the editions I’ve owned; it’s the one I like best)