Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
My rating: 3 of 5 stars

The novel started off very tedious for me, too poetic, very flowery (and not that flowery is not all good, it's just that, it's just too much, and too much really isn't good most times).

Then, I realized, maybe, just maybe this kind really isn't my thing, considering, I'm used to reading just romantic novels. But just because I don't give up on anything that easy... I tried to endure it. It fascinates me more and more as I continued, it naturally became sort of like a comic book to me, Good vs Evil, Strong vs Weak...

It eventually became a little dragging throughout the second chapter. It's as if Bradbury's prolonging the ending we are yearning for, I don't know about you, but I didn't expect it to end like that, I felt that as a reader, I needed so much more.

And then it hit me... yes, that's what Bradbury wanted me to do... that one very thing his modern age world did not... to think, to live life with a meaning, to drift away from spoon fed information, and to continue reading.

Or not? I don't know... But for now, let me think that way. :D

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