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This morning, I’d like to share with you some thoughts on a book, I’m about to be finished reading, that I wish, would never end.
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This review was originally posted on the DB-Book Review Email list found on IO Groups.

If I never read another book again, I’ll have had every type of reading pleasure fulfilled by having read this most excellent novel.
I’ve laughed, cried, gotten just a tad upset, and fallen in love.
This book is one that is such that each chapter could be read as a standalone short story.
Never before have I ever read anything to compare.
Why, we have one chapter that could be called, “I’m alive! WOW! I Am Truly Alive!”
We have one which if titled all by itself could be called, “The happiness machine, or, is it?”
We have “The Witch”
We have yet another that could be, “The Green Machine.”
And my favorite thus far, Chapter 28, which I am getting ready to read for the third time, so I can soak in every single solitary beautiful drop, and what would we call it?
Why, what else, “The Dragon and the Swan.”
Have you not read this book?
Well, I say to you what I’ve said to myself.
“For Shame! Shame on you, for being so illiterate. Shame, for ignoring such a wonderfully beautiful treasure. Shame for passing by such a beautiful relic. Shame, and shame, and shame on you.”
If I could see Ray Bradbury this moment I would run, throw my arms around his neck, and kiss his cheeks, his nose, eyes, mouth, and I would kneel in aww, and I would say,
“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, you wonderful crafter of beauty.”
For Chapter 28 and all the rest, thus far, have captured me and taken me into a world, I never ever want to leave.
I am in tears as I write.
Never ever before has anything touched me as this book has.
I have been to this town, am in this town, and have met all these most wonderful people.
I’ve laughed, I’ve wept, I’ve celebrated, I’ve played and run.
I’ve smelled the freshness of spring, as it turned to summer, I’ve felt the sun on my face, the grass on my bare feet.
I’ve crashed through underbrush and gone into the dark of the ravine. I’ve climbed up onto hay bales.
I’ve rolled downhill and run till my lungs felt they might burst.
Oh, Here me when I say!
If you, never read anything else I ever review here, please? Please? I beg. Read this book.
And now, the source from where this most incredible treasure came, although it should not be put into the category of general.
It should be drama, suspense, romance, and all the other genres rolled into one.
NLS says…

Dandelion wine: a novel DB12385
Bradbury, Ray. Reading time: 7 hours, 16 minutes.
Read by Roy Avers.


Evocative novel of childhood set in a small Illinois town during the summer of 1938. A boy marvels at his discovery that he is alive and acutely aware of the life about him.
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