The summer of '28 was a vintag season for a growing boy. A summer of green apple trees, mowed lawns, and new sneakers. Of half-burnt firecrackers, of gathering dandelions, of Grandma's belly-busting dinner. It was a summer of sorrows and marvels and gold-fuzzed bees. A magical, timeless summer in the life of a twelve-year-old boy named Douglas Spaulding--remembered forever by the incomparable Ray Bradbury.
"Bradbury is an authentic original." -- "Time"
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - jameshold - LibraryThing
Some people adore Bradbury's work. I can take it or leave it. More often than not, I leave it. His early darker fantasy works can be interesting. But as the years went by it looks like he started ... Read full review
LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - dele2451 - LibraryThing
A nostalgic and tender look back at one boy's summer in 1928. Read full review