I love Something Wicked This Way Comes, and look forward to reading more Bradbury eventually, but I did not particularly like *this* novel of his.
Why not? Because of all the sociopolitical satires or didactic fictional works I've ever read, this one is the most unsubtle. It is the literary equivalent of grabbing someone, violently shaking him or her, bellowing "CENSORSHIP IS BAD! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" in his or her face, and then clubbing them with a blunt object for good measure. As a work of literature, it's nothing great, and it frustrates me that almost everyone loves it.