Just got done reading Fahrenheit 451 for the first time...sat down and read it front to back, taking two breaks...one to eat a bowl of Golden Puffs, and one to go take a piss.
The book was pretty good, I guess. Very poetic language, you could say. There were some times, though, where there was too much description and explanation of things that I couldn't focus on...I don't really remember what they were, but there were some long passages in there that were pretty hard to get through.
However, there were an even greater number of examples that deserved to be praised, such as:
"Montag lay watching the dead-alive thing fiddle the air and die."
There were others, too, but I don't remember where they were.
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