Category: Science Fiction

Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury

“It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this 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. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies.” (page 1) Continue reading “Fahrenheit 451 – Ray Bradbury”

When You Reach Me – Rebecca Stead

“I still think about the letter you asked me to write. It nags at me, even though you’re gone and there’s no one to give it to anymore. Sometimes I work on it in my head, trying to map out the story you asked me to tell, about everything that happened this past fall and winter. It’s all still there, like a movie I can watch when I want to. Which is never.” (page 2) Continue reading “When You Reach Me – Rebecca Stead”

Ready Player One – Ernest Cline

“Halliday’s Easter egg gradually moved into the realm of urban legend, and the ever-dwindling tribe of gunters gradually became the object of ridicule….
And another year went by.
And another.
Then, on the evening of February 11th, 2045, an avatar’s name appeared on the top of the Scoreboard, for the whole world to see. After five long years, the Copper Key had finally been found, by an eighteen-year-old kid living in a trailer park on the outskirts of Oklahoma City.
That kid was me.” (Page 13-14) Continue reading “Ready Player One – Ernest Cline”

A Wrinkle in Time – Madeleine L’Engle

“Well, then, someone just tell me how we got here!” Calvin’s voice was still angry and his freckles seemed to stand out on his face. “Even traveling at the speed of light it would take us years and years to get here.”
“Oh, we don’t travel at the speed of anything,” Mrs. Whatsit explained earnestly. “We tesser . Or you might say, we wrinkle.” (page 42-43) Continue reading “A Wrinkle in Time – Madeleine L’Engle”