I grew up with Bradbury. His work was poignant and invoked a sense of wonder that remains with me today. And that’s a priceless gift.
I read The Martian Chronicles until the cover literally fell off.
RIP Mr. Bradbury.
Me too. He was first of all a brilliant wordsmith who could vividly re-create on the written page the wonderful and fantastic places his unique mind took him. By showing me those places, he gave me the freedom to explore similar hidden vistas within myself. RIP Ray. Thanks for all the wondrous insights.
Amen to that.