Dandelion Wine

Wow-that was a great book. Took me back to childhood summers and the games and the new tennis shoes and capturing lightening bugs. I don't remember many people dying when I was young, so I didn't relate to that. But I could relate to the fleeting days of summer that just fly by. For some reason this summer seems to be flying by, and I don't like it. I am not ready. After reading Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury, I was thinking about why people write the books that they write. Did he want to capture the memories of youth? Did he want to pass them on to others, or did he just write what came to his heart? And what about The Grapes of Wrath? Was that historical or was that to make me grateful for my life? Or did I just feel the characters' pain in some way? Each one of them had a pain that seem to touch me. I read that a few years ago, but I remember relating to each one in some small way. Maybe that is why they write: to give us something to relate to. And if you can't relate, maybe it means that some day, in some way, you will.