Normally when I hear about famous people dying, I hardly give it a second thought. But that hasn't been the case since I heard yesterday of the passing of Ray Bradbury. I've mentioned before that I owe my love for reading to Stephen King, but that's not entirely accurate. It would be more correct to say that King is responsible for my renewed love of reading. In elementary school I read a lot but then quit reading for a few years until my parents bought me King's Misery. My initial love for reading began when I was in third grade and as a class we read Bradbury's short story All Summer in a Day. At the time I simply enjoyed the story. But the fact that over thirty years later my mind goes back to it every time I hear in the news about kids being bullied, is a testament to the impact and power books can have.
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