A Wrinkle in Time....

I was sad to read that Madeleine L’Engle died this week. I have strong memories of reading A Wrinkle in Time and the other books in that series over and over when I was young. They were short, but riveting and were some of the first sci-fi fantasy books I read. To be honest at about the age of 10, her books were the only non-Baby Sitter Club books that I can remember reading and enjoying. I had a bit of a Baby Sitter Club fixation like I’m sure others in my age bracket (25-30ish) can sympathize with, but I digress... I still own the old paperback copies of L'Engle's books that used to be my siblings; they even sit prominently on my bookcase. Honestly, they have not been read in years. Partially because I’m busy reading other books, but mostly out of fear that they won’t be as wonderful as I remember. When I was little I wanted to be Meg Murry from A Wrinkle in Time because she proved she was smart and strong even when no one else thought her capable of great things. At the age of 10, it’s hard to see when an author is opening your eye to other worlds and great philosophers. Your 10, and if you were like me, you’re busy reading Baby Sitter Club books, not Euripides. Reading the bio of Ms. L’Engle made me realize her books were the first steps I made away from the cheese of BSC and later V.C. Andrews(God, those books were pure 100% cheese) towards real literature and great books and ideas. So, I guess A Wrinkle in Time will be read again, it’s worth the risk of loosing some of my rose colored memories of the book to better honor a great author!