Reading Fahrenheit 451 was my right turn to picking up a classic. Every so often, I realize I have failed to read those many classic books that people say should be read in life. What better book to choose than one addressing a dystopian future world that banishes books. 
 I read that the author Ray Bradbury never went to college. He sold newspapers for 3 cents a copy on a street corner, and devoured books in his spare time. I'd say Bradbury was simply born with the gift of words. While reading F.451 I found myself backtracking along sentences and paragraphs to pick up what I had previously missed the first time. What sets this book above others is the writing. It's been compared to poetry. Although Fahrenheit is a small book, it's also a big book. This is because Bradbury packs a paragraph of meaning within a few words and a world into a dozen lines. Somehow he portrays an entire future generation within 150 pages. As important as what's said is what's left unsaid. I completely understood this future, not because he described every detail, but because his writing allowed me to fill in the gaps. 
 The story itself is exceptional. Within the first sentences, our Fireman Montag meets a young girl while walking home that causes him to question his very existence. We soon realize that this meeting is only the catalyst that forces Montag to accept what he's known for a long time. The question becomes, "what will he do with this knowledge?"