When I first read stories by Ray Bradbury, I experienced the same odd feelings that people have described in this forum. And it could have been gratifying. Great stories!

But I was eager to read the stories again and again, in order to repeat the experience, and to re-live the emotions that came with the words. And I found that there was much more that I had realised before, each time I had started reading again.
These were not only stories. It was like entering another world, feeling other emotions, breathing a different air, smelling an unknown scent of flowers.

There ist, for instance, this silent humor interweaved into the the texture of a story. It comes to you when it hits you that you are looking into a mirror. Yes, it is you you are looking at, as you are part of mankind. And you and all the other humans stand for this kind of behaviour described here right in front of you, visualised by words. Remember it. Always.

I have learned to live a different life within your words, Mr. Bradbury, and I thank you very much for this opportunity.

Nefertiti