A few months back, I had rescued this hardcover version of Ray Bradbury's
R is for Rocket from a library discard pile. I've had a paperback copy for years, but I
loved the artwork on this 1962 hardcover (published by Doubleday, no artist credit). I brought the book home, and this past weekend I finally got a chance to frame the cover and hang it on my wall - without any cutting of the paper cover. I took off the library dust jacket that was covering it and pressed the slightly battered paper cover in a frame.
Not only did I frame it because I liked the artwork, but Ray Bradbury was one of the first authors that I really and thoroughly enjoyed when I was in high school. I remember being given a short story of his here and there through school textbook anthologies, and then my junior year I came across
Fahrenheit 451 and I was hooked. Over the next few years, I read everything by Bradbury that I could get my hands on. Any time I found a book of his at one of the many used book sales I would frequent, I was like a pirate discovering buried treasure.
Today, during my lunch break at work, my phone lit up with a CNN alert to tell me that
Ray Bradbury had passed away. I couldn't believe it, as just this past weekend I was talking to my fiancé about how much I love Bradbury's books while I framed the
R is for Rocket cover. So as a humble fan, I would just like to say thank you for the all of the stories, Mr. Bradbury. You will be missed, but your words will live on.