Summer Reading I

Spurred on by the thought of a classic author I'd read in high school, and reassured by a recent NPR endorsement, I began Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury this summer. Unfortunately, the narrative of a 12 year old boy's summer memories of sneakers, movies, and melodramatic imagination failed to draw me into another world. The most magical thought conjured up remained in the title- the thought that the summer could be bottled up in the nectar of pressed dandelions, preserved for the most painful moments winter's discontent.