I freely admit it. I’m not a fan of science fiction or of fantasy. They just aren’t “me.” I’ve read some. I had to read Asimov’s Foundation Trilogy in Intro to International Relations (it shows neatly all the possible ways power can be distributed among nations, in case you were curious) and The Book of Three, for a fantasy example, wasn’t awful, it just wasn’t my thing. So it’s no surprise that I skipped Wrinkle in Time when I was in school in spite of being in the generation for whom it was written. I came to it after reading Madelleine L’Engle’s Crosswicks Journals, which I was sad to learn later, her children consider largely fictional. Never mind.
Wrinkle in Timecaught my attention at the cream cheese and liverwurst sandwich with onion salt. Yes, you read that right. Early in the book Charles Wallace makes his…
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