He was my first favorite writer. I read and reread Dandelion Wine, The Illustrated Man, Something Wicked This Way Comes, and Death Is a Lonely Business. I didn't like his most famous stuff as much, the stuff about other planets and burning books. I liked the stuff about creepy things that happen in small towns, the rhapsodic descriptions of summer afternoons, the Norman-Rockwell-meets-Aleister-Crowley vibe. As I got older I turned away from him because of something reactionary in the politics and purple in the prose, but I'm not sure I ever loved any other author quite as much as I loved Ray Bradbury when I was twelve.