I've been thinking for the last couple of days of something fitting to say about Ray Bradbury. I didn't want to post about him straight after I heard he died; I wanted to pick up the copy of Something Wicked This Way Comes I have on my desk at work and read the line the lightning rod seller arrived just ahead of the storm again and again. I wanted to open up one of Mr Bradbury's short story collections and select one at random. I wanted to smack people in the face with a copy of Farenheit 451 and tell them to make sure they read, that they always read.
Better writers than me have given fitting obituaries over the last couple of days. All I've got is gratitude for some of the best writing I have ever read, and all I can tell you is that you haven't read any of the man's work, get down to your library and get stuck in. You're missing a treat.
Thank you, Mr Bradbury.
"My job is to help you fall in love."
Ray Bradbury, 1995.