Fahrenheit 451, by Ray Bradbury
Okay, okay. So I admit it. I never read Ray Bradbury. I'm a big jerk for it. Here I am, in the middle of The Brothers Karamazov (which I have nearly all read), and need a little break. Dave suggests I read a little something about book burning. I'm sure many of you have already read this book in high school, which is where I first heard about it. My eager English teacher had many books he wanted us to read and often told us of the ones he had to put aside. This was one of those books. It's fascinating; it goes by quickly; in fact, I wish it weren't quite so quick. I wish it had more substance, more fat, more grizzle. It reminded me of The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood, which had that fatty overweight feel to it that 451 was lacking. Either way, a classic is a classic, and this is certainly something that comes up in conversation, so read it. But don't get the movie. A total flop, if you ask me.
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