So first of all… the New Year’s Resolution was to reclaim a usage of capital letters. I struggled with whether to make Picky exempt from this because for nearly fifteen years I have refrained, but… a resolution’s a resolution, so… capitals.
Why I wanted to read it: Last year, my parents and I saw The Bookshop in River Oaks Theater in Houston, and two of the characters in that film read it. My mother used to teach it; it is a favorite of hers, and also of my father’s. I thought I’d give it a go.
What I loved: SO, SO much. It is damned near perfect. The best thing about it is how involved you become in the characters’ plights… as if you’re watching a ball on a roulette table go click… click… click… and take FOREVER to stop. Bradbury’s a genius at building suspense. He’s a genius at carrying themes throughout this collection of vignettes. He’s a genius at creating a town and fostering an appreciation for its inhabitants.
What sucked: NOTHING.
Having said all that: READ IT.