Oh, thank God for Ray Bradbury. Though I consummated my love for his work far too late, better late than never, and I have so much to look forward to, like this small but superlative collection of short stories.
Bradbury defies categorization. Is he SciFi? Horror? Straight fiction? Romance? Yes. And more. and there is so much of all the above to enjoy in this book that it's over all too soon, and it's next to impossible to pick one story than stands out from the rest. Now, admittedly, I did read the title story to my wife because it affected me so, and the closing love sonnet (well, kinda) will be the next monologue I do on stage. It makes you shiver, it's that good. Ray obviously loved his books, and that's what it's all about. I do too.
But I suppose I should at least tease you a bit. Additionally there's a cement mixer that will send you back in time--with a specific purpose, of course. A pair of sisters and their encounter with a singular man. A hemophiliac who trusts the wrong person. A rapist who gets what's coming to him. A house that needs renovation and a wife that doesn't care...until...
All this, and several autobiographical tales that will have tears welling in your eyes if you're at all human. And of course, it will also leave you hungering for more from this genuine American Treasure. Yes, I discovered his wonders late in life, but not too late to be able to enjoy them. You should too.
Absolutely a must-read.