I’ve just finished The Wild Places by Robert MacFarlane. It’s a superbly written piece of non-fiction about his exploration of the remaining wilderness areas of the UK. His writing style is very poetic with metaphors I wish I’d written. It reminds me of another writer who has an equally poetic style, Diane Ackerman, whose Natural History of the Senses I’ve read a few times.

I think the master of poetic prose, though is Ray Bradbury. I still remember the imagery of the tennis shoes from Dandelion Wine from junior high.

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