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Fahrenheit 451

Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451 is a thought-provoking novel set in a future society where books are banned and firemen are employed to burn any that are found. The story follows a fireman named Guy Montag who begins to question the status quo and the role of literature in society. more

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Ray Bradbury
Ray Bradbury

Ray Bradbury, born on August 22, 1920, and died on June 5, 2012, was an influential American science fiction writer, playwright, and poet. His works are known for their unique imagination and profound philosophical insights, which have had a profound impact on the science fiction genre. more

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