My reaction: really? THIS is great “Fahrenheit 451?”
On the plot and idea level, it’s interesting and potentially lovely.
But it felt like two or three drafts from completion. On the sentence-to-sentence level, Fahrenheit 451 is quite painful. It felt like Bradbury was some highschooler who read 1984, thought a dystopian future was a cool idea for a book, and tried to write his own for a senior project.
The dialog is poor. The descriptions are obnoxious. The smilies and metaphors are all over the place like a dolphin writhing on the floor of a living room, wet from a bucket of water splashed over it like a tease of hope for a savior tsunami to destroy its prison and bring it back to sea, scattering the droplets across the toppled lamps and broken pictures he had scattered with his fins, lamps that had been bought in a rush at some flea market with blue tassels and stains from previous owners.
If you liked that last sentence…you’ll like Fahrenheit 451 and God bless you.