A WRINKLE IN TIME

It was a dark and stormy night; Meg Murry, her small brother Charles Wallace, and her mother had come down to the kitchen for a midnight snack when they were upset by the arrival of a most disturbing stranger. 

“Wild nights are my glory,” the unearthly stranger told them. “I just got caught in a downdraft and blown off course. Let me be on my way. Speaking of way, by the way, there is such a thing as a tesseract.”

Meg’s father had been experimenting with this fifth dimension of time travel when he mysteriously disappeared. Now the time has come for Meg, her friend Calvin, and Charles Wallace to rescue him. But can they outwit the forces of evil they will encounter on their heart-stopping journey through space?

Of all the books I have ever read, A Wrinkle in Time is probably the first book that really impacted me in an unforgettable way. It is one of the first sci-fi/fantasy books I ever read or had read to me, and is at least partially responsible for my on-going love of those genres. When I was little, my dad would either read us a few pages of a story before bed. I remember the first time he read us A Wrinkle in Time, it was the first time I ever snuck the book down off the shelf and read ahead because I simply couldn’t wait to find out what was going to happen to Meg and Charles Wallace. I sort of remember my dad being a little hurt that I’d read ahead (I may have been around 6 or 7 at the time), but I simply COULD NOT WAIT to find out what happened. I think he was worried I wouldn’t be interested in the story if I already knew how it ended. But that wasn’t the case. I loved listening to him read, even if I already knew what was going to happen.

I have never had a problem with re-reading books or re-watching movies. I love to revisit my favorite stories and characters over and over.

This is one of those stories I can always come back to. I checked it out of the library over and over again when I was little. When I wasn’t sure what to read next, I would return to my old stand-by favorites. It’s one of those stories where I realize something new from it every time I read it. And something about it transports me back to those evenings, gathered with my siblings around my dad as he read out loud and opened up new worlds for us to explore with his voice.

If you have never read this book, you are missing out. It has a bit of fantasy, a bit of sci-fi, and a whole lot of adventure.

How about you? What is a book from your childhood that has helped shape you into the person you are today?

~ jenelle

5 Comments

Allan James

Thanks Jenelle!

I’m going to have to re-read this again.

The first time that I heard this story, my teacher in 3rd or 4th grade read this aloud to our class.

I actually met Madeleine L’engle in a Literature Class my Freshman Year at Wheaton College. She actually conducted one of our classes. She spoke to us about how Aslan was an icon for her. I had never heard of either at that point in my life. I think that I may have discovered the Chronicles of Narnia at the same time you kids did. I know that I read the Lord of the Rings while at Iowa State University, but don’t recall reading C.S. Lewis by that time.

Thanks for the reminder.

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John Wiswell

I remember my third grade teacher reading to us from this and Phantom Toll Booth, with us all sitting on the floor. We loved those stories and story time. In retrospect, she had amazing taste.

I probably pump Tolkien’s The Hobbit too much, but it definitely helped nudge various elements of my adolescent self, and sewed some seeds for adulthood. The seed that’s definitely grown is that today I’d be quite content with a quiet, small home and no conflict if I could avoid it. Probably not what some movie viewers are going to get out of the new adaptations.

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Craig Smith (@CraigWFSmith)

I have yet to read A Wrinkle in Time. It sounds fascinating! Will have to read it. I’m with John. The Hobbit went a long way in getting me interested in fantasy and in the end writing.

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DJ Edwardson (@djedwardson)

I’ll add my voice to the others here and confess The Hobbit as the book that launched my imagination into the world of Faerie. In so many ways, it congealed and coalesced my longings for “other worlds” that have spurred my imagination ever since.

And as for re-reading books, I’m such a slow reader that I don’t re-read as much as I like, but I’m all for it. As C.S. Lewis said, “I can’t imagine a man really enjoying a book and reading it only once.”

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