I never knew it before, or if I did I don't remember!”Īs you might imagine, when a boy discovers he’s alive, every moment takes on a new sense of urgency and meaning. He heard the twin hearts beating in each ear, the third heart beating in his throat, the two hearts throbbing his wrists, the real heart pounding his chest. Ten thousand individual hairs grew a millionth of an inch on his head. Insects shocked the air with electric clearness. His breath raked over his teeth, going in ice, coming out fire.
Birds flickered like skipped stones across the vast inverted pond of heaven. Flowers were sun and fiery spots of sky strewn through the woodland. The world slipped bright over the glassy round of his eyeballs like images sparked in a crystal sphere. He put his arm down, feeling the sheath of fuzz on it, and, far away, below, his toes creaking in his shoes. In this particular summer, Douglas realizes he’s alive really, truly alive. The year is 1928, but the themes of life and loss, of discovery and pain still ring true. Now, having finished the novel, I see how much I missed having this tale in my head.ĭandelion Wine tells the story of an eventful summer in the life of a 12-year-old boy, Douglas Spaulding. Bradbury signed the front page so I should have at least read the book!And yet, Dandelion Wine has sat on a shelf, unopened for 26 years. (Note the maiden name and white "shadow" where it had been stuck!)Mr.
Last week I rediscover the book on my shelf and found an old, yellowing boarding card indicating I would read the book on one of my cross-country flights. Specifically, I purchased Dandelion Wine. I remember walking through a book store to pick up a paperback before the meeting and grabbing the first title that grabbed my attention with hopes he would sign my copy. The crazy thing is, I actually met Ray Bradbury ages ago via a mutual friend.
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