“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said.
A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of
shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way
so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at
that tree or that flower you planted, you're there. It doesn't
matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the
way it was before you touched it into something that's like you after
you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts
lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter
might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be
there a lifetime.”
When I read that Ray Bradbury passed away earlier this week, I teared up. I know that might sound silly to some of you, but I have a deep connection to some of Bradbury's work.
Fahrenheit 451 is definitely one of my favorite books. It inspires me every time I read it, and I cherish my copy from when I was in 7th grade.
The year I was in the 7th grade, my family moved across town, and I went to a new school. It was a bit of a hard time for me, and that year was fraught with difficulties. I had to make new friends, figure out a way to fit in, and learn the ropes of a new school. That year was harder and more emotional when a friend was shot and killed by her brother halfway through the year. We all struggled with it, and as it was my first experience with death, I didn't know how to really handle it.
It was a just a couple weeks later that we were assigned a reading project for English class. I was wandering around the library when my teacher, Mrs. Fitzgerald, stopped me to talk to me about what book I was going to choose. I think she was surprised that I hadn't picked yet, that I was unsure. Truth was that I was still struggling to handle all of the change in my life, and Laura's death was still having a huge impact on me. I remember that we talked for a moment before she told me that she had the perfect book-one that would help me become inspired again. She handed me a copy of
Fahrenheit 451.
It might seem like an odd choice, but it was what I needed. Something about Bradbury's book inspired me and helped me come to terms with the idea of life and death, of being born and reborn. I became a girl obsessed-learning more about the power of the phoenix, a symbol Bradbury uses throughout the book. I ended up getting my own copy of the book and reread it often as I grew older, finding more and more to love in it with each read.
Near the end of my college career, we had to develop a unit plan on a book of our choice. I picked
Fahrenheit 451. It was a book that I knew I wanted to share with teenagers at some point in my life. It changed me and helped heal me. Seeing it on my shelf reminds me of that.
Bradbury and his work has meant more to me than many of the authors on my shelves. I felt that he spoke to me and helped me understand the importance of leaving behind memories of myself that would make me proud.
I will certainly miss him, but I know that I will be sure to share his stories with students so that they may be as inspired, and saved, as I have been.
“There must be something in books, something we can’t imagine, to make a
woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don’t
stay for nothing."
I have been blown away by the response to this event. And while my own reading of the Victorians has been a little on the slow side (I only have one more week of school, then I'll be a Victorian reading maniac), you guys have been cranking out the most wonderful posts! I'm still catching up on reading all of the great things you guys have been saying.
"Far From the Madding Crowd
tells the story of beautiful Bathsheba Everdene, a fiercely independent
woman who inherits a farm and decides to run it herself. She rejects a
marriage proposal from Gabriel Oak, a loyal man who takes a job on her
farm after losing his own in an unfortunate accident. He is forced to
watch as Bathsheba mischievously flirts with her neighbor, Mr. Boldwood,
unleashing a passionate obsession deep within the reserved man. But
both suitors are soon eclipsed by the arrival of the dashing soldier,
Frank Troy, who falls in love with Bathsheba even though he’s still
smitten with another woman. His reckless presence at the farm drives
Boldwood mad with jealousy, and sets off a dramatic chain of events that
leads to both murder and marriage."
So when Allie decided to host a Victorian Celebration this
summer I couldn’t resist. To join in the celebration fun I’m giving away three
Victorian novels that I love: Jude the Obscure, Jane Eyre and Great
Expectations. All three are wonderful in their own ways and if you haven’t read
them then this is the perfect opportunity.
“He was going to live forever, or die in the attempt.”
