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Dandelion Wine
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bookshelves: 2021-aty-challenge, american, coming-of-age, favorites, siblings
May 06, 2021
bookshelves: 2021-aty-challenge, american, coming-of-age, favorites, siblings
I confess that I have never tasted dandelion wine. In fact, I have never seen any golden bottles of this summer magic arranged on a cellar shelf awaiting the right time for sampling. I wasn’t around in 1928, but I am lucky enough have experienced the magic of a childhood summer in a world where helping Grandpa bottle wine would easily have been someone’s ritual.
At the beginning, this seemed as if it might be just a collection of vignettes that might not tie together well enough to classify as a novel, but by the end, I had decided it was much more cohesive than I had anticipated. I loved the way the stories almost mirrored the mind of the twelve year old, Douglas Spaulding, whose summer we are invited to share. Every day is a new adventure when you are twelve and have a true degree of freedom, so every chapter represents another piece of an adventure puzzle for me.
Sitting on the summer-night porch was so good, so easy and so reassuring that it could never be done away with. These were rituals that were right and lasting; the lighting of pipes, the pale hands that moed knitting needles in the dimness, the eating of foil-wrapped, chilled Eskimo Pies, the coming and going of all the people.
I was there immediately. I knew times when summer's arrival was marked by iced tea replacing coffee. Once every summer, when I was a child, my mother would make homemade ice cream. We would take turns turning the handle and wait for what seemed forever for it to set enough to be spooned out into bowls and devoured. Nothing you buy in a store even comes close.
Ray Bradbury whisked me back to that world that I had left behind me for so long.
There was a smell of rain. Mother was ironing and sprinkling water from a corked ketchup bottle over the crackling dry clothes behind Tom.
I smiled at this reference to sprinkler bottles...everyone I knew owned one; no one ironed without one.
The smells and wonder of Doug's Grandma's kitchen made me think of my own grandmother, who always had something delectable sitting on the table and whose cornbread was as delicious as any cake you will ever eat.
Along with all these precious memories, there are words of wisdom, like these:
When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.
I’d hate to admit how many people I know who are perpetually seventeen.
Also, Bradbury gives us glimpses into the varieties of people who make up our world--not just the children, but also the very old, who are just as genuinely painted as their younger counterparts.
”Some people turn sad awfully young,” he said. “No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
Bradbury’s prose is lyrical, his descriptions are transporting, he captures the magic of adolescence and makes us wonder if we have, in fact, been treated to some magic of a more concrete kind or just the magic that exists in the mind of the young and uncorrupted.
A lot happens during this fictional summer, and as Doug and his younger brother Tom lament its loss and project to the next summer, which seems so far away, I could not help thinking how quickly these boys will lose their innocence, their freedom, their world, and be left with only the memories of summers like this one, time with Grandpa, and the bottling of dandelion wine.
At the beginning, this seemed as if it might be just a collection of vignettes that might not tie together well enough to classify as a novel, but by the end, I had decided it was much more cohesive than I had anticipated. I loved the way the stories almost mirrored the mind of the twelve year old, Douglas Spaulding, whose summer we are invited to share. Every day is a new adventure when you are twelve and have a true degree of freedom, so every chapter represents another piece of an adventure puzzle for me.
Sitting on the summer-night porch was so good, so easy and so reassuring that it could never be done away with. These were rituals that were right and lasting; the lighting of pipes, the pale hands that moed knitting needles in the dimness, the eating of foil-wrapped, chilled Eskimo Pies, the coming and going of all the people.
I was there immediately. I knew times when summer's arrival was marked by iced tea replacing coffee. Once every summer, when I was a child, my mother would make homemade ice cream. We would take turns turning the handle and wait for what seemed forever for it to set enough to be spooned out into bowls and devoured. Nothing you buy in a store even comes close.
Ray Bradbury whisked me back to that world that I had left behind me for so long.
There was a smell of rain. Mother was ironing and sprinkling water from a corked ketchup bottle over the crackling dry clothes behind Tom.
I smiled at this reference to sprinkler bottles...everyone I knew owned one; no one ironed without one.
The smells and wonder of Doug's Grandma's kitchen made me think of my own grandmother, who always had something delectable sitting on the table and whose cornbread was as delicious as any cake you will ever eat.
Along with all these precious memories, there are words of wisdom, like these:
When you’re seventeen you know everything. When you’re twenty-seven if you still know everything you’re still seventeen.
I’d hate to admit how many people I know who are perpetually seventeen.
Also, Bradbury gives us glimpses into the varieties of people who make up our world--not just the children, but also the very old, who are just as genuinely painted as their younger counterparts.
”Some people turn sad awfully young,” he said. “No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.
Bradbury’s prose is lyrical, his descriptions are transporting, he captures the magic of adolescence and makes us wonder if we have, in fact, been treated to some magic of a more concrete kind or just the magic that exists in the mind of the young and uncorrupted.
A lot happens during this fictional summer, and as Doug and his younger brother Tom lament its loss and project to the next summer, which seems so far away, I could not help thinking how quickly these boys will lose their innocence, their freedom, their world, and be left with only the memories of summers like this one, time with Grandpa, and the bottling of dandelion wine.
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Reading Progress
December 5, 2019
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December 5, 2019
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April 3, 2020
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May 3, 2021
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May 3, 2021
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"Finding this delightful, although not typical of what I have come to associate with Bradbury."
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May 6, 2021
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2021-aty-challenge
May 6, 2021
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american
May 6, 2021
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coming-of-age
May 6, 2021
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favorites
May 6, 2021
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siblings
May 6, 2021
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Diane wrote: "I love this book. Magical is the only word for it. I think I'm due for a re-read.
When my grandmother died, I looked all over that house for her sprinkler bottle. Hers was one of those green Coke b..."
I had my Granny's that was an RC Cola bottle, Diane. Thick glass and not at all like today's bottles. Sadly my step-daughter threw it out when she was helping me pack to move many years ago. It looked like junk to her. I was devastated.
When my grandmother died, I looked all over that house for her sprinkler bottle. Hers was one of those green Coke b..."
I had my Granny's that was an RC Cola bottle, Diane. Thick glass and not at all like today's bottles. Sadly my step-daughter threw it out when she was helping me pack to move many years ago. It looked like junk to her. I was devastated.
Ah, Sara, I could feel your emotions reading this lovely review! A favourite of mine that I've read several times over the years.
Cheri wrote: "Ah, Sara, I could feel your emotions reading this lovely review! A favourite of mine that I've read several times over the years."
It truly does stir emotions, doesn't it. I'm sorry I waited so long to read it, but so happy I finally did.
It truly does stir emotions, doesn't it. I'm sorry I waited so long to read it, but so happy I finally did.
Ah, such a beautiful review, and I'm thrilled you felt the magic in this, Sara, and appreciate the memories you've shared. (I don't have a hand-me-down, but also remember the sprinkle bottles, and those thick glass cola bottles.) It is a transporting read!
Kathleen wrote: "Ah, such a beautiful review, and I'm thrilled you felt the magic in this, Sara, and appreciate the memories you've shared. (I don't have a hand-me-down, but also remember the sprinkle bottles, and ..."
It is! I cannot thank you enough for encouraging me to read this!
It is! I cannot thank you enough for encouraging me to read this!
Linda wrote: "Delightful review, Sara! I have some of the same memories."
I always love a book that takes me back there. I'm guessing you would like this one, Linda.
I always love a book that takes me back there. I'm guessing you would like this one, Linda.
Angela M wrote: "What a lovely review, Sara . I have to add this . Thanks so much."
Thank you, Angela. I would love to know what you think of it.
Thank you, Angela. I would love to know what you think of it.
Lindsay - Traveling Sisters Book Reviews wrote: "Such a wonderful review Sara!!"
Thanks so much, Lindsay.
Thanks so much, Lindsay.
Your review beautifully captures the essence of this wonderful book Sara. Is being perpetually 17 a bad thing? Asking for a friend. 😉 . I loved this so much that I was tempted to read it again with the group.
Sue wrote: "Your review beautifully captures the essence of this wonderful book Sara. Is being perpetually 17 a bad thing? Asking for a friend. 😉 . I loved this so much that I was tempted to read it again with..."
It is if it causes you to think you know everything. 😬
This book is definitely a keeper!
It is if it causes you to think you know everything. 😬
This book is definitely a keeper!
What a lovely review, Sara! This must be the time of year for evoking memories of grandparents in our books and reviews :) :) I'll try to get to this one this month. I know what you mean about 17 year olds, though I happen to have one that some days reminds me of a 47 year old, at least. She's a wise little soul but somehow keeps me feeling younger than my own years :)
I know what you mean about their keeping you young, Candi. Always nice to have young people around. I'm glad you are going to try to get to this one...I'll be watching for your review and comments on the thread.
I can see myself reading it again someday, Tatevik. It is the kind of book you immediately want to revisit.
Ray Bradbury has been on my list forever. Your review is only making me eager to pace through his books Sara. This is giving me major nostalgic vibes, going to visit my grandmother and living with her for weeks (even though we live in the same city) and she always whisked some delectable for every meal. Those were amazing times.
Definitely adding it to my tbr.
Definitely adding it to my tbr.
Aditi wrote: "Ray Bradbury has been on my list forever. Your review is only making me eager to pace through his books Sara. This is giving me major nostalgic vibes, going to visit my grandmother and living with ..."
I am so happy you are adding this, Aditi. You will enjoy it...the grandmother parts were balm for my soul. I also lived in the same town with my grandmother, but I often stayed with her and, in the summer, slept on her porch, where it was cooler than inside the house. Good days, gone forever.
I am so happy you are adding this, Aditi. You will enjoy it...the grandmother parts were balm for my soul. I also lived in the same town with my grandmother, but I often stayed with her and, in the summer, slept on her porch, where it was cooler than inside the house. Good days, gone forever.
Nice insights in your review Sara. Liked your highlight about being stuck in a state of perpetual seventeen. Reading through, it brought to mind my mother’s sprinkling bottle that she used for her ironing...hadn’t thought about that in years.
Thank you, Therese. I'm sure this is going to be one my most memorable reads from this year. So much nostalgia between the pages!
Thank you for a great review, Sara; I would otherwise never thought to look for a Bradbury book, having seen him as primarily a science fiction writer of no interest to me. If the book is as good as your review, it will be a winner!
I also never thought of Bradbury as a writer of this kind of book, but even his sci-fi is more appealing to me than most. This one is magic without any need for another world.
Great knowing your thoughts on the book Sara. Great review. I have read recently some short stories of Ray Bradbury and found them very unique.
Sara, I am just in awe after reading your review of this wonderful book. I love your personal connections and some of the best quotes in the book! I absolutely adored this book and am so thrilled that you do too!
It was very special, wasn't it? I am so glad I didn't miss out on it...made my Favorites folder right away!
What a wonderful review and I look forward to reading it in June and have some time to reminisce my 12 year old self. :)
I hope you enjoy it, Janice, as I did. It might take you back to things you are surprised to remember.
Sara, I love reading this beauteous review and having a glimpse into your childhood days. Homemade ice-cream, iced tea, and freshly baked corn bread sound wonderful! I have to read this book some day.
This book made me very nostalgic. It harkens back to all the best things about childhood, the magic that exists only when you are young and innocent. I hope you do read it, Laysee; it is a lovely break from today's reality.
Thank you, Swaroop! I am so happy you loved the magic in this one as well. Let's raise a glass to summer and memories!
A beautiful review, Sara! I read this in High School and to this day I get a warm feeling in my heart whenever I (often) think of it. You captured the atmoshere so beautifully. Time to read again😍
I will also revisit this one someday, Tamar. It does leave a glow behind, doesn't it. And, so unlike how you think of Bradbury, but now the first book I think of when I hear his name.
When my grandmother died, I looked all over that house for her sprinkler bottle. Hers was one of those green Coke bottles. I'm sure one of my aunts or older cousins grabbed it first.