This is a collection of short horror-themed stories and despite the fact that I’m not normally a horror person, I really rather enjoyed it. Bradbury’s horror isn’t that of blood and guts, it’s the horror of the mundane with a twist, the familiar suddenly made horribly strange. From a mother whose fear of her baby may be well-founded or may be post-natal depression to the man who believes he’s dead, but falls in love.
Written with Bradbury’s trademark flair and thoughtfulness this isn’t a book that will cause nightmares but it will make you think.
