A review by bosswench
Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury

5.0

 Nobody writes like Bradbury, and nobody is better at writing about childhood from the perspective of children than Bradbury. His books are portals. You could crack this spine open and crawl inside it, live in Green Town, Illinois, summer of '28, sip some dandelion wine. I know I'm being hyperbolic, but this feels like sacred text to me--summer, a child's recognition of his mortality, nostalgia as inheritance, Lynchian shadow (decades before Lynch and "Lynchian" anything--so perhaps actually Bradburian), Rites & Ceremonies, Discoveries & Revelations.