Fahrenheit 451 Reflection Essay

Books seem to have been made for nailing new perspectives of life into the reader's head, and I am sure that I've been a recipient. As social beings, we can often be swayed by the opinions of others, and it's no different when the proclamation is printed on paper. An especially insightful piece of literature that has affected me strongly is Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451. Almost nothing is as thought-provoking as a book in which the plot seems likely to happen to today’s society. Bradbury's style has made me feel as if a terrible future will be inevitable if the world continues on its present path. I suppose that is exactly the point he was trying to make. In fact, that specific goal of making someone feel something belongs to nearly every writer.
Authors tend to portray their views through their works, opening up new ideas in the minds of their readers.

Almost all conversations were made with “families” created on screens, and the few words exchanged between people consisted of what the next show was about. The nearly unbelievable joint fact was that none of them felt any inkling that they were missing something in their life. After all, they had everything they needed, and as long as everything stayed simple and uniform, no books were necessary. This is the sickly sweet promise of repetitive media and technology: if the population doesn't feel the need to think about hardships, we’ll make it so that they don't have to think at all. The people in the book weren’t exactly living; they were just there, another character in their favorite interactive television show. It brought me to a rather uncomfortable reality check, for we are getting closer to this kind of world. Indulgence in any selfish form is not good, and the same goes for technology. The written thoughts of others, however, can be read over and over again, and still affect a person in some