a number of short pieces to produce a whole far greater than its parts. Humanity will get a second chance on Mars, but it’s only for those who will conserve rather than exploit this new world.

Successive waves of contact and settlement missions all but destroy the elusive Martians, until war on Earth pulls almost everyone home. Earth’s explorers find great wonders on the planet, but they also encounter countless terrors. These story-chapters form a pioneering saga of the next great frontier-the colonization of Mars-opening with a rocket’s flames heating up an Ohio winter in January 1999 and closing with a family fishing trip to Mars in October 2026. The rocket made climates, and summer lay for a brief moment upon the land.’ The icicles dropped, shattering, to melt. The heat pulsed among the cottages and bushes and children. A flooding sea of hot air it seemed as if someone had left a bakery door open. ‘One minute it was Ohio winter, with doors closed, windows locked, the panes blind with frost, icicles fringing every roof, children skiing on slopes, housewives lumbering like great black bears in their furs along the icy streets.Īnd then a long wave of warmth crossed the small town. Censorship is at the core of the novel, which is both a literary thriller and a dark meditation on the future of humanity.” -Boston Globe “With more than 5 million copies in print, this is a glorious American classic everyone should read: It’s life-changing if you read it as a teen, and still stunning when you reread it as an adult. Montag’s suppressed doubts about their destruction come to the surface, and he decides to find and fight to preserve the hidden world of printed knowledge that still survives. In a society where most spend their lives in front of giant television screens as books are burned, she questions why. Guy Montag works tirelessly to incinerate any books hidden in people’s homes and the homes themselves until he meets young Clarisse, a solitary late-night pedestrian who is quietly nonconformist. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with the great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.’įiremen don’t put fires out in this world where books are forbidden-they set them. ‘It was a pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed.

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