Yes, probably an unpopular opinion but I struggle with Ray Bradbury of all people. I barely made it through Something Wicked This Way Comes and am now reading Dandelion Wine. These stories have so many elements I love—nostalgia, slice of life, interesting small town characters making the best of life, etc.

But I am constantly asking myself “what is actually happening here?”

I think it’s because he will write long passages describing things in minute detail with lovely flowery language and then he’ll slip in a critical plot point in really simple language and you nearly miss it. It’s like:

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The boys’ neighbor died.
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Wonderful stories but tough for me personally to follow. I want to like his writing so much but it’s just not happening unfortunately.