Ray Bradbury's moving recollection of a vanished golden era remains one of his most enchanting novels. Dandelion Wine stands out in the Bradbury literary canon as the author's most deeply personal work, a semi-autobiographical recollection of a magical small-town summer in 1928.

Twelve-year-old Douglas Spaulding knows Green Town, Illinois, is as vast and deep as the whole wide world that lies beyond the city limits. It is a pair of brand-new tennis shoes, the first harvest of dandelions for Grandfather's renowned intoxicant, the distant clang of the trolley's bell on a hazy afternoon. It is yesteryear and tomorrow blended into an unforgettable always. But as young Douglas is about to discover, summer can be more than the repetition of established rituals whose mystical power holds time at bay. It can be a best friend moving away, a human time machine who can transport you back to the Civil War, or a sideshow automaton able to glimpse the bittersweet future.

Come and savor Ray Bradbury's priceless distillation of all that is eternal about boyhood and summer.

Customer Review: Excellent writing! A pleasure to read.

This is about a boy ...about life ...about 1928.

Bradbury writes about a summer when a twelve-year-old boy realizes that he is alive. That summer is about life, and death that goes with life, and how this boy reconciles these to himself.

It is also about a time now gone. Bradbury preserves life in 1928 in this book for us from his perspective when he was a boy.

This book is about what is real in contrast with that which is merely manufactured.

This book should survive time and be read years from now. It is a literary classic.

Customer Review: Worst thing I was forced to read in high school

This is the only book I've ever thrown across the room and stomped on when I finished it. It was incredibly frustrating to read as a high school student. Absolutely nothing happened. I did not care at all about the main character, 12-year-old Douglas. In fact, I honestly wished he would die when he got sick towards the end, just so something would HAPPEN. Maybe I'll enjoy this book when I'm seventy and have nothing better to do than reminisce about being a kid, but having to read it at fifteen was so excruciating that I never want to touch it again.

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