By the pricking of my thumbs
Here I've been for the past years, happily reading well-written fun genre series, and then I decided to participate in a book club reading of Something Wicked This Way Comes.
Well, what can I say? I mean, really, who writes like this?
"Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it."
Or this...
"Four minutes late, corn flakes lurching in their stomachs, they frisked the leaves to a fine red dust going out of town."
Apparently, Ray Bradbury does. I'm ashamed to admit it, but the only thing I've read by him before was Fahrenheit 451 years ago. I never knew! There are so many turns of phrases like those above that just made me catch my breath, slow down, and re-read.
When the book began, I was apprehensive about it. I used to read some horror, but since Pet Semetary completely freaked me out years ago, I've put Horror on my "nope, not gonna" shelf in my mind.
Without giving too much away, while there is a definite sense of horror throughout this book, the beautiful prose gave me a that feeling of ominous dread but with a depth that made me look past the shivers and examine what it is that is frightening. I won't have nightmares from this (Pet Semetary I'm looking at you), but I will be thinking a lot about love and friendship.
"Is Death important? No. Everything that happens before Death is what counts."
Yeah, that.
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