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    <name><![CDATA[Jason]]></name>
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  <read_at>Sun Feb 01 00:00:00 -0800 2009</read_at>
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    <body><![CDATA[SOMETHING WICKED is an intriguing book that I read with scrunched eyebrows. The plot is basic, but the language is beyond unusual. Bradbury stacks layer upon layer of odd but necessary metaphorical and mixed imagery to construct this phantasmagorical carnival of fulfilled yet unfulfilled dreams and desires. The October wind takes the form of ice cream as the protagonists, Will and Jim, stand in awe as the black train carrying Dark and Cooger’s Pandemonium Shadow Show chills the air of an unsuspecting small town. The crackle and the rustle of the dead leaves carried by this autumn wind always hold significance as they blow and scatter through Bradbury’s pages, and the shadows looming are no longer a visual experience but a sensory overload of taste, smell, and touch. SOMETHING WICKED is a purple prose horror novel far removed from FAHRENHEIT 451. Its themes speak to the psyche instead of the society. I felt that the book was worth my time, but at this point, I wouldn’t consider it required reading in the same sense as FAHRENHEIT.   ]]></body>
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