Before loading this book onto my kindle a few days ago, I would have sworn it was a re-read, that I had read it as a child. But no, I don’t think I did. I think . . . I think . . . I only saw the movie. Which might explain why I thought the lightning rod played a much bigger part in the plot than it actually does. Another folder for the Filing Cabinet of Misremembered Things.
The story is still as spooky and poignant as I remembered, and the prose is possibly even purpler than Dandelion Wine, but I won’t hold that against it. (Much.) What really annoyed me were the weird typos in my Kindle edition which I suspect are the result of a bad scan somewhere along the line. Things like “mm” instead of “run” and some funkiness involving capital A’s that made a couple of phrases nigh indecipherable. Seriously, Harper Collins. This is Ray freakin’ Bradbury. Show some respect. Do better.